chest of drawers, dragged it into the passage, and threw it down
against the door. On the top of that I heaped my father's big
tool chest, three chairs, and a scuttleful of coals; and last, I
dragged out the kitchen table and rammed it as hard as I could
against the whole barricade. They heard me as they were coming up
to the door with fresh stones. Jerry said: "Stop a bit!" and t
hen the two consulted together in whispers. I listened eagerly,
and just caught these words:

"Let's try it the other way."

Nothing more was said, but I heard their footsteps retreating
from the door.

Were they going to besiege the back door now?

I had hardly asked myself that question when I heard their voices
at the other side of the house. The back door was smaller than
the front, but it had this advantage in the way of strength--it
was made of two solid oak boards joined lengthwise, and
strengthened inside by heavy cross pieces. It had no bolts like
the front door, but was fastened by a bar of iron running across
it in a slanting direction, and fitting at either end into the
wall.

"They must have the whole cottage down before they can break in
at that door!" I thought to myself. And they soon found out as
much for themselves. After five minutes of banging at the back
door they gave up any further attack in that direction and cast
their heavy stones down with curses of fury awful to hear.