Harvey raised his weapon, looked around to make certain his companions were ready to join in the assault, and then whispered:
"Now! Strike together, and keep it up till something gives way."
The words had hardly been spoken when the heavy sticks of wood were launched against the door, and before a second blow could be given the report of a revolver rang out sharp and angry on the night air.
"We have got them!" the detective shouted triumphantly, for there was no reason why they should remain silent. "Work quickly, boys!"
Again and again were the blows delivered, causing the barrier to splinter and creak on its hinges, and the fusillade of shots was kept up during this portion of the task.
The assaulting party were so near within the shadow of the building that those inside, who appeared to be in the upper story, could not take good aim without exposing themselves, and the bullets fled wide of their mark.
Crash! Crash!
With each blow portions of the door were splintered off, until, before one hardly had time to count twelve from the beginning of the assault, the besiegers had free access to the building.
"Let one stay here and the others follow me!" Harvey cried, as he drew his revolver and rushed at full speed up the ladder.
Jet was close at his heels. He intended to take a man's part in the capture, and for the time being all thought of danger was forgotten.