We must fling open the door and rush in." The four of us cowered instantly under the archway, rigid, except for the old judge and his convulsion of merriment.
"Now," hissed Rupert Grant, turning his pale face and burning eyes suddenly over his shoulder, "when I say 'Four', follow me with a rush.
If I say 'Hold him', pin the fellows down, whoever they are.

If I say 'Stop', stop.

I shall say that if there are more than three.

If they attack us I shall empty my revolver on them.

Basil, have your sword-stick ready.