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28 THE king's yard
*'
This— if it were not such an old ruin— looks very
much as if
King George had made a State prisoner
of me, and was about to lodge me in the bottom
dungeon of the Tower of London, or some such
musty hole."
"
Oh, you'll be safe enough here, never fear. But
I'll be hanged if I know why they have chosen this
place, unless because it's so far away from London."
" I feel
mighty curious about the matter, and not
altogether pleased at the situation, I assure you ;
but
here we are at the beach."
"
Way enough
!
" cried the lieutenant to his men,
and the little boat ran up alongside a rough wooden
landing-place.
Then the naval officer jumped out of the boat, and
a sentry on the pier saluted him. The two marines
fell in on either side of the American, and the
lieutenant led the way to
the sea gate of the castle.