"Even if I stood on your head, I could not reach the top.

Let us go round to the front again." They returned, and closely scrutinized the gate.

It was not so high as the wall itself, but was fully twelve feet.
"I have got a pistol with me, your honour," Mike said.

"I have seen doors blown in, by firing a gun through the keyhole." "That would do, if we were sure that there were no bars, Mike; but the chances are that it is barred, as well as locked.

Besides, I am sure that we should not be justified in blowing in the door of a private house.