“Indeed, much better.”
“Here goes!”
Frank advanced and placed both hands upon one of the iron bars of the gate.
It was thickly encrusted with rust; yet neither looked for the result which followed.
Frank gave the gate a quick, sharp pull. Then he gave a leap backward.
It was just in time.
He was not a moment too soon.
Down came the whole affair in a clanging heap.
If it had struck Frank he might have been seriously injured. But fortunately it did not.
The action of time had rusted hinges and locks, and the gate was just ready to fall.