“Good dog, then. Good-bye, miss; I must get back.”
“Oh!”
“You call, miss?” cried the boy, turning as he went whistling away.
“Yes, yes, Ram,” said the girl hesitatingly, and glancing behind her, then up at the house where all was perfectly still. “Do you remember coming up and bringing a basket about a month ago?”
“Yes, miss, I r’member. That all, miss?”
“No,” said the girl, still hesitating. “Ram, are the men coming up to the house in the middle of the night?”
“Dunno what you mean, miss.”
“You do, sir, for you were with them. I saw you and ever so many more come up with little barrels slung over their shoulders.”
Ram’s face was a study in the comic line as he shook his head.
“Yes you were, sir, and it was wicked smuggling. I order you to tell me directly. Are they coming up to-night?”