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As the thought occurred to him he began to crawl back cautiously but quickly till he was close up to where the lanterns were hidden.
"If there is anyone there," he argued, "I can dash off into the darkness and escape."
But he felt sure that there was no one. Still he tested the question by saying suddenly in a gruff voice:
"Now, my lads, you're wanted below."
It was a bold stroke, but it satisfied him that all was right, and that all hands were away.
Now, then, was his time. He could not help the _Kestrel's_ men, they must do the work; but if they came ash.o.r.e they would know why it was, and the possibilities were that they would surprise the lugger--perhaps be in time to capture half her cargo.
Hilary did not hesitate now, but creeping down into the hollow, he extinguished the candle in one lantern and took off his jacket and wrapped it round the other, completely hiding its light. Then, taking the first in his hand, he crept up once more to the higher part of the cliff.
Here he ould see the lights of the _Kestrel_ plain enough, but even when stooping down he could not help seeing the black patch upon the sh.o.r.e.
That would not do, so he crept back a few yards, finding the cliff rise in a sharp slope, going to the top of which he found that he could see the light in what was apparently a cottage.
Descending again, he cautiously chose a spot where he could easily see the cutter's lights but not the sh.o.r.e below the cliff, and then he paused and listened.
The dull murmur was fainter now, but he could make out the men at work, and for a few moments he hesitated. Suppose he should be surprised and taken back!
"Never mind," he thought, "I am only doing my duty. They dare not kill me, and, in the king's name, here goes."
He uncovered the lantern and placed it upon the turf, where it burned steadily and well; then opening the door, he took the candle from the extinct lantern, lit it, replaced it, and closed it in, put on his jacket, and then, taking a couple of steps to the left, he stood there holding the second lantern breast high, making a signal that he knew would be understood on board if the diagonal lights were seen by anyone of the watch.
Hilary's heart beat fast. He was concealed by the cliff from the busy party below, and by the rise behind him from those inland, but at any moment some one might come up to where the lanterns had been placed, miss them, and see what he was about.
It was risky work, but he did not shrink, although he knew that he was lessening his chances of escape. Still, if he could only bring the _Kestrel's_ boats down upon the scoundrels it would be so grand a _coup_ that his hesitation was always mastered, and he stood firm, gazing out to sea.
How long the minutes seemed, and what a forlorn hope it was! The chances were that the watch might not notice the lights; and even if they were seen, it might not be by anyone of sufficient intelligence to report them to the lieutenant, or to the boatswain or gunner.
Every now and then he fancied he heard steps. Then his imagination created the idea that some one was crawling along the ground to push him over the cliff; but he set his teeth and stood his post, keenly alive, though, to every real sound and such sights as he could see, and ready at any moment to dash down the lanterns and run inland for liberty, if not for life. How dark the lanterns seemed to make it, and how hot the one grew in his hands! Would those on board ever see it, and was he to stand there in vain?
"Ah! if I had only been on board," he muttered, as the time wore on, till what seemed to him a couple of hours had pa.s.sed, but what was really only about a fourth of that time; "I would have seen it.
Somebody ought to have seen it."
Still the lights from the cutter burned out brightly, like a couple of stars, and at last, in a hopeless mood, he began to think that the signal he was displaying was too feeble to be seen so far.
"I may as well give it up," he muttered despairingly; "the rascals will be up directly now, and I shall be caught, and the _Kestrels_ could never get ash.o.r.e in time.--Yes--no--yes--no--yes," he panted.
For, as he stared out at the cutter's lights, all at once they disappeared.
He gazed till his eyes seemed starting, but there was no doubt about it; they had been put out or covered; and turning sharply round, he hid the lantern he carried, and turned over the other with his foot prior to stooping and blowing it out.
The signal had been seen.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
HILARY GETS IN A QUEER FIX.
With his heart throbbing with joy Hilary now proceeded to reverse his performance, for, taking off his jacket once more, he enveloped the burning lantern, picked up the other that was emitting an abominable odour, and hastily carried them back to the hollow where he found them.
It was so dark that he was doubtful whether he had found the right place, but he kicked against another lantern, and that convinced him.
Placing the burning one on the ground, he relit the other, his hands trembling so that he hardly knew what he did, and impeded himself to no slight degree. He succeeded, however, and had just set the second lantern down as nearly as he could remember, when he fancied he heard a sound as of some one snoring, and glancing in the direction, he saw to his horror that a man was lying there asleep.
For a few moments he felt paralysed, and stood there holding his jacket in his hand unable to move, as he asked himself whether that man had been there when he spoke and took the lights.
As he stood there wondering, he heard a voice call "Jem!" in a low tone; and this roused Hilary, who dropped down and crept away, glancing to seaward as he did so, where the cutter's lights--if it was she--once more brightly burned.
He did not dare to go far, but lay flat upon the turf, listening as someone came up; and then there was a dull noise as of a man kicking another.
"Get up, Jem! Do you hear! Why, what a fellow you are to sleep!"
"Hullo! Oh, all right," said another voice; and now Hilary could see two men standing, their figures plainly shown against the lantern's light. "Oh, yes; it's all very well to say 'Hullo!' and 'All right!'"
grumbled the first voice; "I never see such a fellow to sleep."
"Have you done?" said the sleepy one yawning.
"Done? No; nor half done; she's got a heavy cargo. If we get done in three hours we shall have worked well. Put out them candles, and come and haul."
The lights were extinguished; and Hilary, wondering at his escape, felt his heart bound with joy, for by that time the crews of a couple of boats must have been mustered on the _Kestrel's_ deck, and in another five minutes they would be pulling, with m.u.f.fled oars, towards the sh.o.r.e.
"Ah! if I were only in command of one!" cried Hilary to himself; "but as I am not, can I do anything more to help our fellows besides bringing them ash.o.r.e?"
It was a question that puzzled him to answer, and he lay there on the turf wondering what it would be best to do, ending by making up his mind to creep down as cautiously as he could in the direction taken by the two men.
"The worst that could happen to me," he thought, "would be that I should be taken; and if I am made prisoner once more, it will only be in the cause of duty--so here goes."
The darkness favoured him as far as concealment was concerned, but it had its disadvantages. A little way to his left was the edge of the cliff, and Hilary knew that if he were not careful he would reach the sh.o.r.e in a way not only unpleasant to himself, but which would totally spoil him for farther service; so he exercised as much caution for self-preservation as he did to keep himself hidden from his enemies.
There was a well-beaten track, and, following this, he found the descent was very rapid into a little valley-like depression, from the bottom of which came the faint creak of a pulley now and then, with mingled sounds of busy men going to and fro with loads, which they seemed to be, as he judged, carrying up to carts somewhere at the head of the ravine.
He could see very little, the darkness was so great; but his keen sense of hearing supplied the want of sight; and as he lay beside a clump of what seemed to be furze, he very soon arrived at a tolerably good idea of what was going on.
Still he was not satisfied. He wanted to realise more thoroughly the whole procedure of the smugglers, so that if the present attempt should prove a failure he might be in a position to circ.u.mvent them another time.
It was a great risk to go any nearer, and it might result in capture, perhaps in being knocked down; but he determined to go on, especially as it grew darker every minute, the stars being completely blotted out by a curtain of cloud that came sweeping over the sky.
He hesitated for a few moments, and then crept on, listening intently the while.
The smugglers were still some distance off, down towards the edge of the lower cliff; and he crept nearer and nearer, till to his horror he found that the clearness of the part about him was only due to the cessation of the carrying for a few minutes, and now a party seemed to be coming up from the cliff edge, apparently loaded, while, when he turned to retreat, he found by the sound of voices that another party was coming down.
His manifest proceeding then was to get out of the track, but, to his horror, he found that he was down in a rift between two high walls of rock, and his first attempt to climb up resulted in a slip back, scratching his hands, and tearing his clothes.
Before he could make a second attempt he was seized by a pair of strong arms and forced down upon his knees; and dimly in the gloom he could make out that he was pretty well surrounded by rough-looking men.