“No, no, other way on,” whispered the deputation.
“You let me alone; I’m getting on better wi’out you,” whispered Sim. Then aloud, “They’ll hev’ to change places wi’ us, and see how they like it then. Now, who’s that?” cried Sim, as a loud knocking was heard. “A man can’t get a word in edgeways.”
“Who knocks wi’out?” cried the first sentry.
“Open the door,” said a loud voice.
“Who knocks wi’out?” said the sentry again.
“Open the door, fool!” said the rough voice again.
“Give the pass-word,” said the sentry.
“Open the door before I kick it down,” cried the voice.
“Look out, lads,” cried Sim, excitedly, as he left the chair. “It’s the police. Tak down them flags, and shove the swords out o’ sight. It’s the police.”
There was a rush, and the flags were hurriedly pulled down and folded up, while the swords were placed under the table.