'Look here,' he called out, 'this won't do, young shaver. I want
those there shiners I see in your pus! Chuck 'em along!'

Then Oswald laughed. He said--

'I shall know you again anywhere, and you'll be put in prison for
this. Here are the SHINERS.' And he was so angry he chucked down
purse and all. The shiners were not real ones, but only
card-counters that looked like sovereigns on one side. Oswald used
to carry them in his purse so as to look affluent. He does not do
this now.

When the man had seen what was in the purse he disappeared under
the tower, and Oswald was glad of what he had done about the
bolts--and he hoped they were as strong as the ones on the other
side of the door.

They were.

We heard the man kicking and pounding at the door, and I am not
ashamed to say that we were all holding on to each other very
tight. I am proud, however, to relate that nobody screamed or
cried.

After what appeared to be long years, the banging stopped, and
presently we saw the brute going away among the trees. Then Alice
did cry, and I do not blame her. Then Oswald said--

'It's no use. Even if he's undone the door, he may be in ambush.
We must hold on here till somebody comes.'