Roy gave the word, and Ben stepped out of the door-way to his side.
“Why, sir, you quite scared me,” faltered the man; “I didn’t hear you come.”
“You should have heard,” said Roy, sternly. “What were you watching there?”
“That’s what I don’t know, sir. I see a light out yonder somewheres about where them old stones is on the hill. And then I thought I heard talking, but that’s quarter of an hour ago.”
Both Roy and his companion had a good long look, but there was nothing to see or hear; and after admonishing the man to keep an eye upon the place, they descended and visited the sentries on the north-east and south-east towers, to find them well upon the qui vive.
After this they descended, and Ben led the way to the armoury, where he set the lantern on the table, took a spare candle from a box, and a bunch of keys from a drawer.
“May mean nothing, Master Roy; but I don’t understand what light there could be up nigh the old chapel ruins, nor who could be talking there at this time of night.”
“Not likely to be anything wrong, Ben, because if they had been enemies, they would not have shown a light.”
“Signal perhaps, sir.”
“Well, they wouldn’t have talked aloud.”