“Listen,” he cautioned.
Muffled, but distinct, there came an outbreak of pistol shots, followed by shouts faintly heard.
“What I feared,” said Captain Folsom. “They are out on the roof already, and shooting and calling to attract help. Come. We have no time to lose.”
Fumbling his way along the dark hall toward the stair door, he said:
“Quick, Hampton, with your light. I can’t find the knob. Ah”—as the light of the little torch winked on—“that’s better.”
He pulled the door open, and started down the stairs, Jack at his shoulder and flashing the light ahead. The others crowded at their heels.