Will pauses, glances at Mal and gestures to him urgently to follow him to the alcove, where they take different sides in the shadows. Will pulls his own pistol out, but holds the barrel, letting the butt hang from his fingers.

Then he draws his sword with his other hand, leaning forward to use the point to prod at the gate, until it swings open, protesting quietly against its hinges.

With a jerk, Will pushes it forward and retreats back into the shadows, as the gate swings back suddenly, thumping against its posts.