To judge by the terrific blows which came at regular intervals something much more formidable than an ordinary hammer was being used.
Then there was the sound of splintering wood.

The door sturdy as it was would not stand much more.

As a matter of fact the mob had procured a stout wooden beam from somewhere, twelve or fourteen feet long and were making it serve as a battering-ram.
"Damnation! I'm not going to be trapped," roared Rofflash, "I know the secret way to the chapel.

You stay here and face 'em." "No.

If that murderous mob doesn't find you they'll turn upon me.