I made all haste. The casks did not take much time, and soon the whisky and beer were flowing over the floor. It made me think of Geordie’s regret over the ‘sinfu’ waste.’ The bottles took longer, and glancing up now and then I saw that Graeme was being hard pressed. Men would leap, two and three at a time, upon the barricade, and Graeme’s arms would shoot out, and over they would topple upon the heads of those nearest. It was a great sight to see him standing alone with a smile on his face and the light of battle in his eye, coolly meeting his assailants with those terrific, lightning-like blows. In fifteen minutes my work was done.
‘What next?’ I asked. ‘How do we get out?’
‘How is the door?’ he replied.
I looked through the port-hole and said, ‘A crowd of men waiting.’
‘We’ll have to make a dash for it, I fancy,’ he replied cheerfully, though his face was covered with blood and his breath was coming in short gasps.
‘Get down the bars and be ready.’ But even as he spoke a chair hurled from below caught him on the arm, and before he could recover, a man had cleared the barricade and was upon him like a tiger. It was Idaho Jack.
‘Hold the barricade,’ Graeme called out, as they both went down.
I sprang to his place, but I had not much hope of holding it long. I had the heavy oak bar of the door in my hands, and swinging it round my head I made the crowd give back for a few moments.
Meantime Graeme had shaken off his enemy, who was circling about him upon his tip-toes, with a long knife in his hand, waiting for a chance to spring.
‘I have been waiting for this for some time, Mr. Graeme,’ he said smiling.