“What can it be?” asked Jack; “surely not a guard of soldiers, landlord.”
“Yes it is, sir; I have just peeped out of the window. There is a file of soldiers outside, with an officer at their head.”
“House, ho! within there! Open, in the name of the king, landlord, or I’ll burst in the door.”
“What do you want?”
“Open, I say.”
“What are your orders?”
“To search the house.”
“Your name, officer?”
“It matters not to you; open.”
“I have no one here, I assure you.”