Basil did the same.

But they had the best of it now.
Greenwood dashed to the bell and pulled it violently, sending peals through the great house.

Before I could get panting to my feet, and before Rupert, who had been literally stunned for a few moments, could even lift his head from the floor, two footmen were in the room.
Defeated even when we were in a majority, we were now outnumbered.
Greenwood and one of the footmen flung themselves upon me, crushing me back into the corner upon the wreck of the paper basket.

The other two flew at Basil, and pinned him against the wall.

Rupert lifted himself on his elbow, but he was still dazed.
In the strained silence of our helplessness I heard the voice of Basil come with a loud incongruous cheerfulness.
"Now this," he said, "is what I call enjoying oneself." I caught a glimpse of his face, flushed and forced against the bookcase, from between the swaying limbs of my captors and his.