“That’s a boat-cloak, and the brute’s sitting on me,” said Hilary Leigh to himself as he vainly struggled to get free and shout for help. He did utter a few inarticulate noises, but they were smothered in the folds of the thick cloak, and he felt as if he were about to be smothered himself. Getting free he soon found was out of the question, so was making use of the weapons with which he was armed, for his wrists were wrenched round behind his back and his elbows firmly lashed. So were his ankles, and at the same time he felt the pistols dragged out of his belt and his sword unhooked and taken away.
“Well, I’ve discovered the smugglers’ place and no mistake,” he thought; “but I might just as well have left it alone. Oh, this is too bad! Only last night in trouble, and now prisoner! I wonder what they are going to do?”
He was not long left in doubt, for he suddenly felt himself roughly seized and treated like a sack, for he was hauled on to some one’s back and borne along in a very uncomfortable position, his legs being banged against corners of the rock as if he were being carried through a very narrow place.
This went on for a few minutes, during which he was, of course, in utter darkness, and panting for breath. Then he was allowed to slide down, with a bump, on to the rock.
“They’re not going to kill me,” thought Hilary, “or they would not have taken so much trouble. I wish I could make Billy Waters hear.”
He tried to shout, but only produced a smothered noise, with the result that some one kicked him in the side.
“That’s only lent, my friend,” thought Hilary. “It shall be paid back if ever I get a chance. What now? I am trussed; are they going to roast me?”
For just then he felt a rope was passed round him, and a slip-knot drawn tight under his arms. Then there was a sudden snatch, and he was raised upon his feet, steadied for a moment by a pair of hands, the rope tightened more and more, and he felt himself being drawn up, rising through the air, and slowly turning round, one elbow rasping gently against the rock from time to time.
“Well, I’m learning some of their secrets,” thought Hilary, “even if they are keeping me in the dark. This is either the way up to their place, or else it’s the way they get up their cargoes.”
“Yes, cargoes only,” he said directly, as he heard indistinctly a gruff voice at his elbow, some one being evidently climbing up at his side. “I hope they won’t drop me.”