If you don't open the door at once, we will cut the throats of every soul in the house." "You have got to get at our throats first, my fine fellow," Dick said jeeringly.
The knocking was at once renewed, but with greater violence.
"The door's a strong one," Dick said to Reuben, "and it will stand a good deal of that sort of thing; but we may as well move the table and benches up against it, then we can see how things stand." Reuben had been busy taking down the guns, which hung over the fireplace; dropping a ramrod into them to see that they were charged, and putting fresh caps on to the nipples.

His own rifle stood in the corner; and was, he knew, ready for service.
"What arms have you altogether, Caister ?" "I have that rifle and double-barrel gun.

Both my hands have got muskets; I got them up from Sydney, a few months back." The two men now came running down from above, each with his musket.
"Where is Jim ?" Reuben said, looking round.
"He went out about ten minutes ago," Dick said.

"I fancy he went to look after your horse.

He takes as much care of that animal as if it were a child." "I hope they won't find him in the stable, and cut his throat," Reuben said.