They were really by the Enfield Small Arms Manufactory, but his glee at this stroke of luck might be held to excuse a verbal inaccuracy.
The _Sirdar_ carried a consignment of arms and ammunition from Hong Kong to Singapore.

Providence had decreed that a practically inexhaustible store of cartridges should be hurled across the lagoon to the island.

And here were Lee-Metfords enough to equip half a company.
He would not risk the precious axe in an attempt to open the case.

He must go back for a crowbar.
What else was there in this storehouse, thrust by Neptune from the ocean bed?
A chest of tea, seemingly undamaged.

Three barrels of flour, utterly ruined.