"No," replied Chester. "But that bullet didn't miss me much. What'll we do now?"
"I don't really know. We don't know where we are. Why not spend the night here?"
"For one reason," said Chester grimly, "because they won't let us in."
"Oh, we can fix that. Break in the door."
"And get shot for our pains."
"No, I don't think so. My impression is that there is no more than a single occupant of the house. That's the reason he was frightened when we knocked. We'll just go in where it's warm and pay no further attention to him."
"Well, whatever you say," said Chester. "Stand back there, till I blow the lock off that door." He drew his revolver.
"Hold on," said Ivan. "I'll open it"
He stepped back a pace, then rushed forward. His huge shoulder came into contact with the hard wood and there was a crash as the door gave way beneath his weight.
Ivan went in unhesitatingly and the others followed him.