Let that suffice you.

Yet this one old Christian lantern you shall not destroy.

It shall go where your empire of apes will never have the wit to find it." He struck the Secretary once with the lantern so that he staggered; and then, whirling it twice round his head, sent it flying far out to sea, where it flared like a roaring rocket and fell.
"Swords!" shouted Syme, turning his flaming face to the three behind him.

"Let us charge these dogs, for our time has come to die." His three companions came after him sword in hand.

Syme's sword was broken, but he rent a bludgeon from the fist of a fisherman, flinging him down.