So before we went to examine the nooks and crannies of the Craig either
for enemies or treasure boxes, we resolved to put the castle into as
good a state of defence as we could.
First we drew in the rough wooden steps which led to the door in the
wall by which we had entered, so that only the little projections
whereon the wood had rested were left to afford foothold to any
besieger. Then we closed and barricaded the door, for the huge iron
bolt was yet in its place and ran securely into the stone of the wall
itself for quite two feet.
When the day broke fully, I went up to the turret top to look about me.
’Save us!’ I cried down to the little man. ’Come hither, Dominie. Is
not that our boat out there with men in her?’
The Dominie ran up and looked long and earnestly.
’Ay, deed is it that,’ he made answer. ’We are trapped, Launcelot, for
all our cleverness. And if these chiels be our enemies, I doubt that we
are as good as dead men in the jaws of the Wolf of Drummurchie.
The men in the boat kept leaning back and looking up at the cliffs as if
to get sight of something. Sometimes they went completely out of view,
as it had been close into the bulk of the isle, mayhap to examine more
carefully some cave or lurking-place.
’We had better look well to our priming, and set a watch,’ said I. ’We
shall have visitors this day at Castle Ailsa, or my name is not
Launcelot Kennedy.’
But the hours passed slowly on from nine till noon before we heard a
sound, or saw a living creature beside the geese and the gulls. After
the boat had gone westward out of sight, we waxed weary at our posts on
the top of the turret. I went down to look at the cupboards of the
chambers. There I was rooting and exploring, when I heard the Dominie
whispering loudly to me to run up hastily into the tower.
He told me how that a stone had come pelting against the wall, on the
side towards the hill. Now the castle sits on the verge of the
precipice, and only a narrow path leads to it along the cliff. But
behind there is a little courtyard to landward, now mostly ruined and
broken down. It was from this side, so Dominie Mure whispered to me,
that the stone had come.
’Tut, man,’ said I, ’you are losing your nerve with this playing of
hide-and-seek. It was but a billy-goat’s foot that spurned it, and so
naturally it came bumming down the hill side.’
’Then,’ he replied grimly, ’it was a billy-goat as big as an elephant,
and it will ding over this castle into the sea, for no ordinary goat
could have stirred the stone I saw; I tell you it popped over the heuch
like a cannon-ball.’
But we were soon to have other company besides that of the stone.
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