There seemed no means at command to force the mighty gate.
It certainly seemed an insurmountable barrier. It also seemed the only means of exit from the place.
The two men looked at each other in utter dismay.
What was to be done?
Could they remain here in this place and suffer tamely a death by starvation? Frank was resolute.
“There is just one thing about it,” he declared. “We’ve got to force our way through that gate.”
“Good for you!” cried Tony. “I’m with you!”
“It must be done!”
“But can it be done?”
“I see no reason why not. We will make a valiant effort. It is better than tamely submitting to death.”