The Lost Middy: Being the Secret of the Smugglers' Gap - George Manville Fenn

“To be sure,” cried Aleck, eagerly. “Here, we’ll go for a run to Rockabie and back, Eben; come and take the helm and show Mr Wrighton how the smugglers could run a boat close in among the rocks. You know; the same as you did that night.”

“Ay, ay, sir. Come along, Tom. Shall we go round to the Den gully and fetch her, sir? We could run in up the channel below here, and pick you up? Bodger says the channel’s quite clear.”

“Do you think you could find your way in, Eben?” said Aleck, with a merry look.

“Find my way in, sir? Ay, sir, if it was black as ink, or with my eyes shut.”

The End.