"Is that you?" Bard asked.
"Yes."
"Good! I will open to you."
"Don't trouble. Ask the officers how much powder, for artillery purposes, there is in the magazine."
"All right!"
I waited, and through the keyhole I could see Bard hurrying to the house. He disappeared, then reappeared after a few minutes.
"Two hundred pounds!" he shouted to me.
"Prodigious! It is always the way.... Now throw me over the key of the door, or slip it under, so that I can come in without disturbing you."
"Here you are."
"Right! Whatever you do, don't quit your post."