“I thought so,” said Lady Royland, smiling proudly. “You will go, then, Roy, and see what Martlet is to do.”
Roy was already at the door, and five minutes later he was standing in the gate-way with every man employed about the place, the three troopers being fast asleep, exhausted by their long journey down from town.
Chapter Nine.
Portcullis and Bridge.
As Roy appeared, there was a low buzz of voices, and directly after the butler cried, “Three cheers for the young master!” with a hearty result.
Just then Ben came close up to say, confidentially—
“I made it all comfortable with poor old Jenk, sir.”
“That’s right; and Sam Rogers?”