"We shall fight him in turn," I said, "until one of us kill him.

There you are right.

But your turn comes last.

Lots indeed! We have no need of lots to learn which is the eldest." I was turning from him--having very properly crushed him--to look for something which we could use to force the door, when he held up his hand to arrest my attention.

We listened, looking at one another.
Through the window came unmistakeable sounds of voices.