“I hope not, sir; that would be making too hard a job of it.”
“Stop a moment,” cried Roy, brightening up; “I have it.”
“You know where it is, sir?” cried Ben, eagerly.
“Not this end,” said Roy, laughing, “but the other.”
“What, in the old ruins? Of course.”
“Well, why not go and find that, and then trace it down to here. It would be the easiest way.”
“There is something in that, sir, certainly,” said the old soldier, thoughtfully; “ever been there, sir?”
“Once, blackberrying; but of course I never saw anything; only a rabbit or two.”
“Then if we can’t find it here after a good try or two, sir, we’ll have a walk over there some evening, though I don’t feel to like the idea of leaving the place, specially as all the gentry seem so unfriendly. Not a soul, you see, has been to see her ladyship. Looks bad, Master Roy, and as if there was more going on than we know of round about us.”
“Ah, well, never mind that,” said Roy; “let’s get back out of this chilly, echoing place. I’m fagged.”