At that moment they were passing the sun-dial, and old Jenk started into wakefulness, rose, shaded his eyes, and stared at Roy.
“That you, sir?”
“Yes, Jenk.”
“So it be. How are you, Master Roy—how are you? I’ve been thinking a deal about you, sir. Don’t you be downhearted; just wait a bit, and you’ll see.”
“See—see what, Jenk?”
The old man shook his head and smiled in a cunning fashion.
“You wait, sir, and you’ll see,” he said; and he sank down again, laid his head against the pedestal, and went off fast asleep.
“Yes, Master Roy, you’ll see, and before many months have gone by,” said Ben, solemnly. “Poor old Jenk! He’s been a fine old soldier, and a true follower of the house of Royland.”
“He has, Ben.”
“And he’s going to be the first prisoner set free.”