These, by their united strength, they removed one after another.

But when they tried it, they found the gate still immovable.
"The beastly thing is locked," Dick said.

"There is nothing to do, but to blow it open." He broke off the ends of three cartridges, poured the powder in at the keyhole, and then inserted the slow match.
"Stand in the corner there, Surajah.

I will go down to the stream again, to light the tinder.

The noise is less likely to be heard there." He stole back again, sat down at the edge of the water, placed his tinder box in his lap, took his turban off and put it over his hands, so as to deaden the sound, and then struck the steel sharply against the flint.