They had presence of mind enough to release their incarcerated comrades and attempt another assault in force on the door.

But it came to nothing.

In vain they shouted, threatened, entreated, kicked.

They only received facetious answers from inside, which aggravated their misery.
"Go it, you fellows," shouted one voice, very like Parson's, only the mouth was so full that it was hard to say for certain.

"Jolly good dough-nuts these; have another, Bosher, you've only had four.