“There must be another place somewhere,” cried the lieutenant after convincing himself that there was no inner chamber. “Lead on, coxswain, with the light.”
The man went on, and we were left to the last, hearing one of them whisper to his mate:
“This here’s a rum game, Jemmy; don’t look like much prize-money after all.”
By the time we boys were out the lieutenant had disappeared with the coxswain in the first cavern, and his men followed, leaving my father outside.
“Sep,” he said, as I joined him, “where do you think the men went in?”
“That first place,” I said decisively.
“Yes,” said Bob Chowne; “that’s the hole.”
“So I felt certain,” said my father; and Bigley stood aside looking on, with his forehead full of wrinkles.
Another minute and the lieutenant was out with his men, the officer furious with rage.
“Captain Duncan, are you in league with these smuggling dogs, or are you not?”