He looked at him. It was the wrong man! There had been some mistake.
"What is amiss?" he asked.
"There are men under the wall," replied the soldier. "Some villainy is
afoot."
"Oh, come, that cannot be."
"It is. I saw them."
"I don't believe you, sirrah," said Morrice, severely. "You have been
frightened by a shadow. Come, show me the place. Don't make yourself a
laughing-stock for your fellows."
The sentinel turned and led the way to the top of the wall. He pointed
down.
"There; do you see?" he asked.
His words stopped there, for at that instant he found himself clasped by
strong arms, and in a minute more was thrown toppling from the wall.
Morrice had got rid of the dangerous sentry.
By this time the ladders were up, and some of those without had reached
the top of the wall. They signalled to their friends at a distance, and
rushed to the court of guard, whose inmates they speedily mastered,
after knocking two or three of them upon the head. The gates were now
thrown open, and a strong body of horse and foot who waited outside rode
in.
The castle was won. Morrice led a party to the governor's chamber, told
him that "the castle was surprised and himself a prisoner," and advised
him to surrender.
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