29/40 "That's wharrit is." And he added peremptorily: "Break down the door." "But, sir," began the sergeant in protest, greatly daring. "Lerrus be after seeing wha' these monks are afraid of showing us. I've a notion they're hiding more'n their wine." Some of the troopers carried axes precisely against such an emergency as this. Dismounting, they fell upon the door with a will. But the oak was stout, fortified by bands of iron and great iron studs; and it resisted long. |