Amulya fumbled in the pocket of his tunic and pulled out, first a small edition of the Gita, which he placed on the table— and then a little pistol, which he showed me, but said nothing further.
With the help of the cock of one of his little pistols which he broke, Julien, who for the time being was animated by a superhuman force, twisted one of the links of the chain which held the ladder.