There was a sound of a heavy fall, followed by cries of rage, and a moment later there was a rush of men against the door.
Surajah ran across.

Two spare guns were pushed through the loopholes, one on each side of it.

These had not been bored straight through the wall, but at angles that would enable them to fire at anyone attacking it.

Looking along the barrels, each could see one of the group in front, and fired at the same moment.

With a yell of rage and surprise, the assailants of the door sprang back and ran down the street.
"There are four less, anyhow," Dick said, as he and Surajah reloaded the empty guns.