“Blow the lock off!”
“It didn’t come off!”
“Try it again!”
Jack did so; and still the door refused to budge.
“Guess I don’t hit it in the right place,” he said quietly.
“Well, turn around here and do a little shooting,” said Frank. “Here they come. They’ll try to rush us.”
“We should be able to hold them,” replied Jack cheerfully.
He fell to one knee, and holding one revolver in his left hand by his side, rested his right elbow on his right knee.
Two Russians appeared around the corner at the same moment.
Crack! Crack!