Roger was standing there.
"All right, master!" he whispered. "I took the priest by surprise, and
he was gagged before he knew what was happening. I tore the blanket up
into strips, and tied him down onto his pallet with them. He is safe
enough.
"Now for the sentries. I will take the one to the right, first. I will
go out and stand in the angle. It is a dark night, and there is no
chance of his seeing me. When you hear his walk cease, you will know
that I have got him. I have managed to bring up a rope, that I have cut
into handy lengths. Here are two of them.
"There, he has just turned, so I will go at once."
"How about the trapdoor?"
"It is all right, master. It is bolted on the inside. They have tried
the bolts, and find they can move them;" and with these words, he at
once stepped noiselessly out.
Oswald stood listening. Presently he heard the returning steps of the
sentry. They came close up to the turret, and then suddenly ceased.
He at once hurried round. The sentry hung limp in Roger's grasp. Oswald
bound his hands tightly, and twisted the rope three or four times round
his body, and securely knotted it. Then he tied the ankles tightly
together.
"I will lay him down," Roger whispered, when he had done so.
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