"Well, yes, and then?" said Roy. "Why, sir, if he took a good deep breath, and then gave a puff, he'd blow poor old Jenk into the moat. He's a good old boy, and I don't want to hurt his feelings, but we can't leave things at the gate like that." "But it would break his heart to be told he is--he--" "Too rusty to go on, sir," said Ben, grimly. "But it would break her ladyship's heart if we didn't do our duty, and we shan't be doing that if we leave our outwork in the hands of poor old Jenk." "What's to be done?" "I know, sir. Tell him the gate's very important, and that he must have two men with him, and let him suppose they're under his command." "That's it, capital!" cried Roy. "Then we must place two men there with him at once." "Ye-e-es, sir," said Ben, drily. "But who are we to place there-- ourselves?" Roy looked hard at Ben, and Ben looked hard at Roy. "You see, sir, we've got the castle and the weepuns, but we've no garrison. That's the first thing to see to. Why, when those three troopers have gone back with their despatch, we shall have as good as nobody." "But they're not going back, Ben. Father's orders are that they're to stay." "Three trained soldiers, sir, to start with!" cried Ben. "Me four, and you five. Why, that's just like five seeds out of which we can grow a little army." "Then there are the men-servants." "Well, sir, they're more used to washing cups and cleaning knives, and plate, and horses; but we shall have to lick 'em into shape. Let's see, there's the three men indoors, the groom, and coachman, that makes five more." "And the two gardeners." "Of course, sir! Why, they'll make the best of 'em all. Twelve of us." "And Master Pawson, thirteen." "P'ff! him!" cried Ben, with a look of contempt. "What's he going to do? Read to the sentries, sir, to keep 'em from going to sleep?" "Oh, he'll be of some use, Ben. We mustn't despise any one." "Right, sir; we mustn't: so as soon as he comes back--he's gone over to Parson Meldew's--" "Yes, I know." "You tell him to get to his books and read all he can about sword and pike wounds, and how to take a bullet out of a man when he gets hit. Then he can cut up bandages, and get ready knives and scissors and thread and big needles." "Do you mean in case of wounds, Ben?" "Why, of course, sir." "But do you think it likely that we shall have some--" "Rather queer sort of siege if we don't have some damage done, sir. Well, that settles about Master Pawson. Now, what next?" "The men at the farm, Ben." "Yes, sir; we ought to get about ten or a dozen. They're good stout lads. We must have them up at once and do a bit of drilling. They needn't stay here yet, but they can be got in order and ready to come in at a moment's notice. Next?" "All the tenants must be seen, Ben. They'll all come too, and drill ready for service if wanted." "And that means about another twenty, I suppose, sir." "Yes, or more, Ben." "If they're staunch, sir."