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Rh Loud beatings upon the door and cries outside made his movements uncertain. He and Annis must have made more noise than he had thought, cudgeling each other in there; for many men seemed to be outside. They were smashing down the door now—or seemed to be, for they were beating upon it hard—and calling loudly.

Hereford knew dizzily that it was useless to try to get out; they were at the door and would never let him pass with all that blood upon his coat. Drops of blood fell on the floor and blood was running down inside his sleeve as he tried to move the chair again. The chair had grown strangely heavy. He could not move it to that one section of wall still unexamined where he felt certain now the emerald was hidden. While he struggled with it, the door came down. Baraka