The next blow dashed the door from its hinges, and, split and shattered by the former shocks, it fell forward into the road, while a yell of triumph broke from the Mysoreans.
This died away, however, when they saw the three crossbars blocking their entrance.

Again two pistol shots carried death among them.
"Load your guns, Surajah." But before Surajah had time to do so, the Mysoreans made a rush at the door.

The defenders stepped forward and fired between the crossbars, and then, drawing their tulwars, ran the two men in front through the body.

As they dropped, those behind them drew back.
"The last pistols!" Dick shouted, and they fired two shots into the crowd.
This completed the consternation of the enemy.

It seemed to them that the defenders possessed an unlimited supply of firearms.