"Keep him there, Tumbu," he whispered as he ran to the gate.
Bolted and barred it was, and in the darkness of the archway it was hard to see, for the lantern had gone out in the scuffle.

But there was no time to lose, for already beyond the archway it showed faintly light.
One bar down! The sentry made a faint effort to stir, that was answered by an ominous growl from Tumbu.
Only one more bolt now! Roy's long fingers were at it--his whole strength went to it--it creaked--groaned--slid, and with a sob of exultation Roy felt the fresh air of dawn in his face as he stood outside the Bala Hissar.
But he had still much to do.

The city must be skirted, the hill of Arkaban gained, and already a faint primrose streak in the eastern sky told of coming light..