"I haf try," he said, in a doleful voice. "And dey say I mus put you out of de house. Dat I can not do—so I sall haf to soffaire. Listen!" And at that moment the crash of glass below interrupted him, and formed a striking commentary on his remarks. "Dey vill break de vindow," said he, "an dey vill try to break de door; but I haf barricade as well as I can."
"Are we at all safe?" asked Frank.
The landlord shook his head.
"Not mooch. If dey get enrage enough, dey break in, and den"—a significant shrug ended the sentence.
"Have you any arms—fire-arms?" asked Frank, after a thoughtful pause.
"I haf a small shot gun."
"Give me that," interrupted Frank.
"But I haf no powdaire," said the landlord.
At this Frank turned away in despair.
"Can't we get to some other room than this?" he asked of the driver. "Isn't there a place where we can have some chance of defending ourselves?"