“I’ll mind, my lad; but if there’s an accident and I don’t come back you wait till the cutter’s men have rowed me away, and then you go and tell the missus. Say she’s to help you find the poor chap as is hurt and get him away.”
“But she couldn’t climb about here, Eben.”
“Better than you can, my lad.”
“Very well, then. Thank you,” said Aleck, feeling a bit puzzled at the man’s words. “In the meantime I’ll go on looking for him. He must be somewhere close by.”
“No, he isn’t,” said the man, grimly.
“How do you know?”
“’Cause I do,” was the reply, and then, actively as a goat, the smuggler sprang up the rocks and was gone.