"Of course it is, but it's no bigger chance than it is to stay here."
"All right then," said Bob. "Let's each get a chair."
They possessed themselves of chairs and then took their places one on each side of the door. They held the chairs by the backs and prepared to swing them against the panels.
"One, two, three," counted Bob, and smote the door with all the strength he could muster. A second later Hugh followed suit. The door was made of heavy oak, however, and stood fast. Bob and Hugh shrank back against the wall and waited for any result of their efforts. Silence pervaded the house.
"I guess that man was the only one here," said Hugh.
"It seems so; let's try it again."
Once more the chairs crashed against the door, but without effect. Again and again the two boys exerted themselves to the utmost, but the sole result of their efforts was to break the chairs. Finally, well-nigh exhausted, they stopped.
"It's no use, Bob," panted Hugh. "The door is stronger than the chairs."
"We've got to get out of here though."
"The only way I can see is the window."