Marie, I will hold the door while I can.

If I fall, scramble through the window--you can do it from the chest beneath--drop to the ground, and run towards the firing.

There's a chance for you yet, a good chance." "And you, you," she moaned.

"I would rather die with you." "Do what I bid you," I answered savagely, and bounded forward towards the rocking door.
It was falling outward, it fell, and on the top of it appeared two great savages waving broad spears.

I lifted the pistol, and the bullet that had been meant for Marie's brain scattered that of the first of them, and the bullet which had been meant for my heart pierced that of the second.