“Ah!” ejaculated Ram, as in imagination he saw the well-filled vault, and the crew of the cutter being marched up to make a seizure, and arrest his father perhaps.
If he could but get away and give the alarm!
Chapter Seven.
“Get away, and give the alarm?”
How could we?
There was no rope and pulley up on the cliff now, and the boat was occupied by the cow; while, even if it had been empty, it would have meant a six mile row to reach a landing-place at that time of the tide, and an eight miles’ walk back.
And here was the cutter’s gig close to them, and the lieutenant ready to ask him the meaning of the smuggled spirits being there.
For there was no mistaking the fact that the kegs were full of smuggled spirit. The one the king’s men had dragged dripping from the sea, bore certain unmistakable markings, and it was evidently brother to those on the rock.