We couldn't get the big bell to go, but most of the others did, and it was enough to deafen you.
I suppose they must have heard the row below, for when we looked down we saw a regular crowd of fellows in the square underneath looking up our way.

After that we thought we might as well shut up, and were just going to cut down, when a fellow belonging to the place, who had been somewhere on the top, came rushing round the parapet, flourishing a stick and yelling like a trooper in awfully bad French.

We had a good start of him, especially as we shut the door at the top of the stairs behind us.

Besides he was fat; so we easily pulled it off.
There was an old woman at the bottom who kept the ticket place.

She twigged _it_ was a bolt, and tried to stop us; but she couldn't _get_ out of her box.