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      They went in and out of the cottages as they chose. Every one seemed to know them and to be pleased, in an absent sort of way, to see them, but nobody had time to talk to them, so they soon lost the fear they had had at first of being found out to be not the people they were being taken for. They found the women busy brushing and mending old scarlet coats and tight white trousers, and all along the dip of the cliff men were posted, with spy-glasses, looking out to sea. Other men toiled up the slope with great bundles of brown brush-wood and dried furze on their backs, and those bundles were piled high, ready to be lighted the moment it should be certain that the French were coming.

      Elfrida wished more than ever that she knew more about the later chapters of the history book. Did Boney land in England on the 17th of June, 1807? She could not remember. There was something, she knew, in the book about a French invasion, but she could not remember what it was an invasion of, nor when it took place. So she and Edred knew as little as anyone else what really was going to happen. The Mouldiwarp, in the hurried interview she had had with it before dinner, had promised to come if she called it, ‘With poetry, of course,’ it added, as it curled up in the corner of the drawer, and this comforted her a good deal when, going up to get her bonnet, she found the bottom drawer empty. So, though she was as interested as Edred in all that was going on, it was only with half her mind. The other half was busy trying to make up a piece of poetry, so that any emergency which might suddenly arise would not find her powerless because poetry-less.

      So for once Edred was more observant than she, and when he noticed that the men built a bonfire not at all on the spot which Lord Arden had pointed out as most convenient, he wondered why.

      And presently, seeing a man going by that very spot, he asked him why. To his surprise, the man at once poked him in the ribs with a very hard finger, and said:

      ‘Ah, you’re a little wag, you are! But you’re a little gentleman, too, and so’s the little lady, bless her. You never gave us away to the Preventives – for all you found out.’

      ‘Of course,’ said Elfrida cautiously, ‘we should never give anyone away.’

      ‘Want to come along down now?’ the man asked. He was a brown-faced, sturdy, sailor-looking man, with a short pigtail sticking out from the back of his head like the china handle of a Japanese teapot.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ said Elfrida, and Edred did not say ‘Oh, no.’

      ‘Then just you wait till I’m out of sight, and then come down the way you see me go. Go long same as if you was after butterflies or the like – a bit this way and a bit that – see?’ said the man. And they obeyed.

      Alas! too few children in these uninteresting times of ours have ever been in a smuggler’s cave. To Edred and to Elfrida it was as great a novelty as it would be to you or to me.

      When they came up with the brown man he was crouching in the middle of a patch of furze.

      ‘Jump they outside bushes,’ he said. And they jumped, and wound their way among the furze-bushes by little narrow rabbit-paths till they stood by his side.

      Then he lifted a great heap of furze and bramble that looked as if it had lived and died exactly where it was. And there was a hole – with steps going down.

      It was dark below, but Elfrida did not hesitate to do as she was told and to go forward. And if Edred hesitated it was only for a minute.

      The children went down some half a dozen steps. Then the brown man came into the hole too, and drew the furze after him. And he lighted a lantern; there was a tallow candle in it, and it smelt very nasty indeed. But what are smells, even those of hot tallow and hot iron, compared with the splendid exploring of a smuggler’s cave? It was everything the children had ever dreamed of – and more.

      There was the slow descent with the yellowness of the lantern flame casting golden lights and inky shadows on the smooth whiteness of the passage’s chalk walls. There were steps, there was a rude heavy door, fastened by a great lock and a key to open it – as big as a church key. And when the door had creaked open there was the great cave. It was so high that you could not see the roof – only darkness. Out of an opening in the chalk at the upper end a stream of water fell, slid along a smooth channel down the middle of the cave and ran along down a steep incline, rather like a small railway cutting, and disappeared under a low arch.

      ‘So there’d always be water if you had to stand a siege,’ said Edred.

      On both sides of the great cave barrels and bales were heaped on a sanded floor. There were a table and benches cut out of solid chalk, and an irregular opening partly blocked by a mass of fallen cliff, through which you saw the mysterious twilit sea, with stars coming out over it.

      You saw this, and you felt – quite suddenly, too – a wild wind that pressed itself against you like a wrestler trying a fall, and whistled in your ears and drove you back to the big cave, out of breath and panting.

      ‘There’ll be half a gale tonight,’ said the smuggler; for such, no doubt, he was.

      ‘Do you think the French will land tomorrow in Lymchurch Bay?’ Edred asked.

      By the light of the lantern the smuggler solemnly winked.

      ‘You two can keep a secret, I know,’ he said. ‘The French won’t land; it’s us what’ll land, and we’ll land here and not in bay; and what we’ll land is a good drop of the real thing, and a yard or two of silk or lace maybe. I don’t know who ’twas put it about as the French was a-coming, but you may lay to it they aren’t no friends of the Revenue.’

      ‘Oh, I see,’ said Elfrida. ‘And did—’

      ‘The worst of it’ll be the look-out they’ll keep. Lucky for us it’s all our men as has volunteered for duty. And we know our friends.’

      ‘But do you mean,’ said Edred, ‘that you can be friends with a Frenchman, when we’re at war with them?’

      ‘It’s like this, little man,’ said the smuggler, sitting down on a keg that stood handily on its head ready for a seat. ‘We ain’t no quarrel with the free-trade men – neither here nor there. A man’s got his living to get, hasn’t he now? So you see a man’s trade comes first – what he gets his bread by. So you see these chaps as meet us mid-channel and hand us the stuff – they’re free traders first and Frenchies after – the same like we’re merchants before all. We ain’t no quarrel with them. It’s the French soldiers we’re at war with, not the honest French traders that’s in the same boat as us ourselves.’

      ‘Then somebody’s just made up about Boney coming, so as to keep people busy in the bay while you’re smuggling here?’ said Edred.

      ‘I wouldn’t go so far as that, sir,’ said the man, ‘but if it did happen that way it ’ud be a sort of special dispensation for us free-trade men that get our living by honest work and honest danger; that’s all I say, knowing by what’s gone before that you two are safe as any old salt afloat.’

      The two children would have given a good deal to know what it was that had ‘gone before.’ But they never did know. And sometimes, even now, they wonder what it was that the Edred and Elfrida of those days had done to win the confidence of this swaggering СКАЧАТЬ