“Mean that, Master Roy?” said the bluff farmer, looking at him searchingly.
“Mean it? Of course!”
“Thank ye, sir. Then I’ll stop; but I feel as if I’d failed you at a pinch by only coming alone.”
“Then don’t think so again,” said Roy, “but help me all you can with the men, for I’m afraid we are going to have a hard fight to save the place.”
“Oh, we’ll save it, sir. Don’t you fear about that,” said Raynes; and he went away to join Ben and talk about the chances of the party reaching the castle.
In the guard-room the matter was also eagerly discussed; for the help of ten sturdy lads was badly needed, as all knew. Sam Donny, who was rather inflated by the success which had attended him and his companions that day, gave it as his opinion that the labourers had been taken prisoners solely because they had not thought to go down and crawl as he and his companions had that day.
Roy had hurriedly snatched a couple of meals, and tried to cheer his mother about their prospects, but to his surprise, he found that she was ready to try and console him about the loss of ten good strong men.
“But do you think they have thought better of it, and are afraid to come in?” said Master Pawson at their hurried dinner.
“No, I do not,” said Roy. “I will not insult the poor fellows by thinking they could be such curs.”
“Quite right, Roy,” said the secretary, eagerly. “I was wrong. I’m afraid I understand books better than I do men. Yes; they must have been taken prisoners, I’m afraid.”