The routine of the defenders was becoming monotonous, mounting guard, firing a little, and drilling a great deal; for Ben gave the men no rest in the way of practising them in the management of their weapons. The result was that the condition of the garrison improved day by day, while Lady Royland grew more hopeful as she listened to her son's words. "It can't last much longer, mother. Either they'll get tired of trying to drive us out, or some of the king's forces will come and relieve us." Lady Royland shook her head the first time, but the second, Roy added-- "Look here, mother; the news is sure to reach London that we are being besieged. Then father will hear it; and do you suppose he will stand still? Either he will come himself, or see that help is sent." Roy repeated his encouraging words one day at dinner, in the presence of the secretary, a full three weeks after the enemy had sat down before the castle, and Master Pawson laughed and rubbed his hands. "They must give in," he said. "They'll never take the place." "Never!" said Roy, triumphantly; "But I say, Master Pawson, I'm going to ask a favour of you." "What is it?" said the secretary, eagerly. "I want you to take a turn at the watch-keeping now and then." "Keep watch?" said the secretary, staring. "Yes, just now and then, so as to relieve a man and give the poor fellow a good sleep." "Master Pawson will, I am sure," said Lady Royland, gravely. "He has said that he would do anything he could to help us in our time of need." "Of course, Lady Royland, of course," he replied, hastily. "I only hesitated because I am so helpless--such a poor creature over matters like this." "It doesn't want anything but to keep awake, and a sharp lookout. You ought to be able to do that, sir. You've had plenty of sleep lately, going to bed at nine, and sometimes at eight." "Yes, I--I often go to bed very soon, Roy. My head seems to require a great deal of sleep. I suppose it's from studying so much. But I'll come and keep watch--after to-night. You will not want me to-night?" "Why not to-night?" "I don't feel prepared for it. My head is bad, and I fear that I should not be of much use. To-morrow night, if you want me, I will gladly come and take any duty you wish me to perform." "Very well, Master Pawson," said Roy. "To-morrow night, then. I say, though," he added, merrily, "you had better come to the armoury with me." _Bang_--_bang_! in rapid succession went the guns from the battery, followed a moment or two later by the third. "That's right!" cried Roy. "Hammer away; only you might let us have our dinner in peace." "Yes," said the secretary, with a forced laugh; "they might let her ladyship have her dinner in peace." "Oh, mother!" cried Roy, "don't look so white and anxious. You ought to be used to the firing by now." Lady Royland gave him a wistful look, and smiled faintly.