"Put t'other inside the doorway," he whispered.

"Don't want that to go off too." Mark obeyed, and returned unseen by those below, or the party defending the hall-door, to find that his companion, used to seeing such things done, had cut a little hole in the side of the powder-bag, inserted a piece of the fuse, and thrust the rest in his pocket.
"Here, you hold the end of the string up," whispered Dummy; and there was a rattling noise, as he took out the flint and steel he was carrying.
A cold chill ran through Mark.
"Mind," he whispered; "you'll blow us to pieces." "Nay, I won't," said the lad, between his teeth.

"You hold the thing in your hands; open it out a bit.

I won't send no sparks nigh the powder.
Aren't afeared, are you ?" "No," said Mark, setting his teeth; and stooping down, he screened the bag by passing the fuse between his knees, holding the frayed-out end ready while Dummy made a low clicking noise, and cleverly sent a shower of sparks down upon the prepared hemp.
It caught directly, and began to sparkle and sputter, Mark holding it firmly, but feeling as if he were the victim of some horrible nightmare dream.
"That's the way," said Dummy, coolly replacing the flint and steel.

"It won't go off yet.