“Well,” said Ram, taking off his red cap, and scratching his curly head, “I dessay I have. Father says you never know who may be a smuggler: they’re all like any one else.”
“Humph! Know where they land their cargoes?”
“Oh, yes; I’ve heard tell as they land ’em all along the cliff here.”
“Bah! Impossible,” shouted the lieutenant.
“Is it, sir?” said Ram vacantly. “My father said it was true.”
“Seen any smugglers’ craft about during the last few days?”
“No, sir; not one,” cried the boy with perfect truth.
“That will do, boy. Mr Raystoke let him take his cow and go.”
“Ay, ay, sir!”
“Then get the gig alongside, and we’ll explore round more of the coast close in.”