His only chance was to get through the chamber first.

He passed through the chamber to a door at the far end and opened it.

Through the chamber and a door at the opposite end they went.

"But I wonder if you'll make it through the third chamber."

He passed through the chamber without another glance at the still form upon the bed.

A single rifle shot echoed through the chamber behind him.

Loading a round from the magazine or by hand through the chamber.

He felt himself being led across the room, through the green-walled chamber beyond.

He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.

It makes me deeply depressed that this got through the lower chamber.