The brigands meanwhile elevated the ladder, and the upper end struck the building. The dull thud of that stroke sent a thrill to the hearts of those listeners in the room. As they saw one of the brigands seize the ladder in order to mount, they all involuntarily shrank back one step. "It isn't this window, at any rate," said Frank, in a whisper. This remark encouraged them for a moment. No, it was not their window, but the attic window. They watched in silence now, and saw the four brigands go up. Overhead they heard the sound that announced them as they stepped in through the window. One brigand! Two brigands!! Three brigands!!! Four brigands!!!! And now the momentary relief which they had experienced at seeing that the attack was not made upon their window was succeeded by the darkest apprehensions, as they heard the entrance of those four brigands, and knew that these desperate men were just above them. They were there overhead. The hatchway was open. Through that opening they could drop down one by one. The same thought came to all of them, and with one common impulse they moved softly to where the step-ladder lay on the floor. Frank made this movement first; the others followed. They stood ranged along the step-ladder. First, Frank, with his knife. Second, Bob, with his chair. Third, Clive, with his chair. Fourth, David, with his knife. Fifth, Uncle Moses, with his razor. Every one held his weapon in a grasp which the excitement of the moment had rendered convulsive. Every eye was fixed upon the hatchway above, which lay concealed in the gloom. Overhead they heard, whispering, but no movement whatever. "Let's jump out of the windows and run," whispered Bob, hurriedly. "No," said Frank, "they are watching below--no use." But further remarks were prevented by the sudden glimmer of a light above. It was a light in the attic, not very bright, yet sufficiently so to show the opening through which their enemies were about to come. The brigands had lighted a lamp! The excitement grew stronger. Voices arose, low and hushed. Then footsteps! The light above the opening grew brighter! It was an awful moment! The suspense was terrible! Yet in the midst of that suspense they had no thought of surrender. In fact, they did not think that surrender would be possible. These bloody-minded miscreants would show no quarter; and the besieged party felt the task imposed upon them of selling their lives as dearly as possible. And so it was, that as the brigands came nearer to the opening,-- Frank grasped his knife more firmly. Bob do. " chair do. David do. " knife do. Clive do. " chair do. While Uncle Moses held up his razor in such a way, that the first brigand who descended should fall full upon its keen edge. The light grew brighter over the opening. The shuffling footsteps drew nearer. Then there was a pause, and low whispers arose. The brigands were immediately above them. The light shone down into the room.