"Yes, reg'lar bloodthirsty miscreants," said Uncle Moses.
"The door has no lock," said Frank. do. said David. do. said Bob. do. said Clive.
"O, yes, it's a reg'lar trap, an we're in for it, sure," said Uncle
Moses. "I only hope we'll get out of it."
"That window's open, too," said David, do. said Frank. do. said Clive. do. said Bob.
"Yes, an thar ain't even a sash in it," said Uncle Moses; "no, nor even a board to put agin it!"
"They'll come to-night," said Clive. do. said Frank. do. said Bob. do. said David.
"No doubt in that thar," said Uncle Moses, in lugubrious tones; "an we've got to prepar ourselves."
"What shall we do?" said Frank. do. said Bob. do. said Clive. do. said David.
"The pint now is," said Uncle Moses,—"the pint now is, what air we to do under the succumstances? That's what it is."
At this Frank rose and opened the rickety door.