Been better if it had been healed up, with a door to keep out the cold wind.

Oh! so this is where my old comrade lives," he added, as he came in sight of an arched gateway, with embattled top and turrets, while through the entry, a tree-shaded courtyard could be seen.

"And a right good dwelling too.

Come on, brave boys.

Here's rest and breakfast at last." "And I hope you'll go directly after," thought Ralph, as he led the way into the courtyard, and paused at a second entrance, at the top of a flight of stone steps, well commanded by loopholes on either side.