They meant to "rush" me as soon as I was engaged in talk.
"Give me a minute to consider," said I; and I thought I heard a laugh outside.
I turned to Antoinette.
"Stand up close to the wall, out of the line of fire from the door," I whispered.
"What are you going to do ?" she asked in fright.
"You'll see," said I.
I took up the little iron table.

It was not very heavy for a man of my strength, and I held it by the legs.

The top, protruding in front of me, made a complete screen for my head and body.

I fastened my closed lantern to my belt and put my revolver in a handy pocket.

Suddenly I saw the door move ever so slightly--perhaps it was the wind, perhaps it was a hand trying it outside.
I drew back as far as I could from the door, holding the table in the position that I have described.