human
Another step forward and I fire the magazine! The men in front paused. Through the fumes of smoke they saw dimly the pile of barrels and a figure standing with a lighted torch close to one of them. A panic seized them, and believing they had made their way into a powder-magazine, and that in another instant there would be a terrible explosion, they turned with shouts of
gpt
A magazine! a magazine! Fly, or we are all dead men!
human
Run, Lionel, and get help,