His hunters – several dozen by now, he guessed – had surrounded the building and begun pounding, in an exploratory way, on its doors and shutters. The booms in the dark gave Jack a general idea of the building's size and shape. It had several rooms, and was therefore probably not a church, but not a mere cottage either. No one had tried to pursue him through the hole in the roof and he was certain no one would – they'd burn it. It was inevitable. He could even hear axes thudding into trees out in the forest – more fuel.