Guards, arrest this person and take her to prison at once.' There was a scuffling and a shrieking and then the voices withdrew gradually, the angry voice of even the Pretenderette growing fainter and fainter till it died away altogether.
Philip was left alone.
His first act was to go up to the top of the tower and look out to see if he could see the dragon.

He looked east and north and south and west, and he saw the ramparts of the fort where Mr.Noah and the others were now safely bestowed.

He saw also other towers and cities in the distance, and he saw the ruins where he had met Mr.Perrin.
And among those ruins something was moving.

Something long and jointed and green.

It could be nothing but the dragon.
'Oh, Crikey!' said Philip to himself; 'whatever shall I do?
Perhaps I'd better see what weapons there are.' So he ran down the stairs and down and down till he came to the vaults of the castle, and there he found everything a dragon-killer could possibly need, even to a little red book called the _Young Dragon-Catcher's Vade Mecum, or a Complete Guide to the Good Sport of Dragon-Slaying_; and a pair of excellent field-glasses.
The top of the tower seemed the safest place.