"Then now's our time," cried the girl. "It's absurd to think of our being cooped up here with any quantity of fire-arms, and no chance of using one of them! First we must light up. Chop that candle in two, Mrs. Potter. It'll see us through to daybreak, and there's nothing to keep dark any longer, so the more light now the better. Ah, here's the tool-box, and yes! here's the brace and bits. Now this is my little plan."
She took the brace, fitted it with the largest bit, and was making for the door.
"What are you going to do?" said Engelhardt.
"Make a loop-hole to fire through."
"And for them to fire through, too!"
"Well, that can't be helped."
"Excuse me, I think it can. I've been puzzling the thing out for the last hour. I've a better plan than that!"
"Let me hear it."
"A tomahawk!"