Only from the farther side of those gates arose a wail of wrath and consternation.
After this no other Fung appeared upon the wall, so I turned my attention to the spy-hole in the doors behind me, and seeing some horsemen moving about at a distance of four or five hundred yards on a rocky ridge where the mist did not lie, I opened fire on them and at the second shot was fortunate enough to knock a man out of the saddle.

One of those with him, who must have been a brave fellow, instantly jumped down, threw him, dead or living, over the horse, leaped up behind him, and galloped away accompanied by the others, pursued by some probably ineffective bullets that I sent after them.
Now the road to the Pass of Mur seemed to be clear, and I regretted that Orme and Quick were not with me to attempt escape.

Indeed, I meditated fetching or calling them, when suddenly I saw them returning, burying a wire or wires in the sand as they came, and at the same time heard a noise of thunderous blows of which I could not mistake the meaning.
Evidently the Fung were breaking down the farther bronze doors with some kind of battering-ram.

I ran out to meet them and told my news.
"Well done," said Orme in a quiet voice.

"Now, Sergeant, just join up those wires to the battery, and be careful to screw them in tight.