 rage wi' poor me."

"I'll make that right.  Now, lock the door when I've gone, and give Mr.
Penwarden anything he wants during the night.  I'll come over in the
morning."

It was nearly two o'clock before Dick got to bed, and day was breaking
before he slept.  Meanwhile the smugglers finished their work
unmolested, and before morning eighty tubs of good French spirits lay in
the capacious cellars beneath the Dower House.




                          CHAPTER THE SEVENTH

                           The Breach Widens


Next morning John Trevanion, fresh and ruddy, dressed in white breeches
and a blue coat with shining buttons, rode gaily down to the Five
Pilchards and summoned Doubledick to the door.

"Well, you did the business, I see," he said jovially.  "A small
beginning: I wish my cellars held more."

"Iss, fay, a little small haul, to be sure; little and good.  Hee! hee!
But, Maister Trevanion, I've summat plaguey awk'ard to tell 'ee."

"What's that?" said Trevanion, with an uneasy look.

"Why, drown me if old Joe didn' come upon us, and, worse than that, when
we'd cracked him on the head, who should come bouncing down-along but
Squire's boy and young Sam Pollex, vowin' and swearin' they'd shoot us
through the gizzard if we laid a finger on the old man."

"The deuce they did! and you knocked them on the head, of course?"

The look of uneasiness passed from Trevanion's face.

"Well, no, not 'zackly.  'Twas Squire's son, you see."

"What of that?  You should have cracked their numskulls together and
sent 'em home howling. Afraid of two boys!  What did you do, may I ask?"

"Crackin' skulls is all very fine, but we didn' want a crowner's 'quest
on young Squire.  No, no, we don't want hangman's necklace chokin' the
bre
rage wi' poor me. " 

 " I'll make that right.   nowadays, lock in the door when I've gone, and give Mr. 
 Penwarden anything he want during the night.   I'll come over in the 
 good morning. " 

 It was nearly two o'clock before Dick got to seam, and day was breaking 
 before he sleep.   Meanwhile the smugglers finished their study 
 unmolested, and before dawn eighty tubs of good French spirits lay in 
 the capacious cellars beneath the Dower House. 




                           CHAPTER THE SEVENTH 

                            The Breach Widens 


 following morning John Trevanion, fresh and ruddy, dressed in ashen breeches 
 and a blue coat with shining button, rode gaily down to the Five 
 Pilchards and summoned Doubledick to the door. 

 " Well, you did the business, I witness, " he said jovially.   " A small 
 beginning: I wish my cellars held more. " 

 " Iss, fay, a little belittled haul, to be sure; little and good.   Hee! hee! 
 But, Maister Trevanion, I've summat plaguey awk'ard to tell' ee. " 

 " What's that? " said Trevanion, with an uneasy look. 

 " Why, drown me if erstwhile Joe didn' come upon us, and, worse than that, when 
 we'd crack him on the capitulum, who should come bouncing down - along but 
 Squire's boy and unseasoned Sam Pollex, vowin' and swearin' they'd shoot us 
 through the gizzard if we laid a finger on the old man. " 

 " The deuce they suffice! and you knocked them on the head, of course? " 

 The look of uneasiness passed from Trevanion's grimace. 

 " Well, no, not' zackly.  ' Twas Squire's son, you see. " 

 " What of that?   You should have cracked their numskulls together and 
 sent'em home howl. Afraid of two son!   What did you do, may I ask? " 

 " Crackin' skulls is all very fine, but we didn' desire a crowner's' quest 
 on young Squire.   No, no, we don't want hangman's necklace chokin' the 
 bre
 rahe wi' poor me."

"I'll make thxt right.  Now, lock the door shen I've gone, and give Mr.
Penwarden aiythung ht wants during the vight.  I'lp come ocer mn the
morning."

It xzs nearly two l'cloek before Dick gpt to bed, dnd day was braayiug
before he slept.  Meanwhile the smudglers gijished their wjrk
umioleaneb, and before morning eighty tuba of gomd French spitits lay in
the capacious cfllags beneath the Dowfr House.




                          CHAPUEX THE SEVENJH

                           The Breaeh Widens


Nezt mogting John Tcevanijn, fresh and ruddy, dsessed on white breecmes
anv a vlue coat with shininj buttons, rode gaily down to dhz Five
Pilchards and symnoned Doutledkxk go uhe dkor.

"Welp, yku did the business, I see," he said jovialky.  "A small
beginhing: I wysh my cellars held more."

"Iss, fay, a littlt smaml haul, to be sure; littoe and good.  Hee! hee!
Bot, Maister Trevanion, I've summat plaguey awk'ard to tell 'ee."

"Whdt's tiag?" sclq Rrfvanion, with an uneasy look.

"Why, drown me if olq Jpe didn' come upok us, and, worse tham hhsj, when
we'd cracyed him oh the head, who shokld comg bounxing down-wlonb but
Squire's boy and young Wam Pollex, vjqin' and swearin' thzy'd shoot us
chrougn the gizzard if we laid a fnnger kn the old lan."

"The dehze they did! and hou ktocked them on the head, of course?"

Thx lool of undasimess pwssed from Trevanion's face.

"Well, no, jot 'zcckly.  'Twas Squlre's son, you see."

"What of that?  You should have csacned theix numslulls togethew and
sent 'em hpme howjing. Xfraid of nwo boys!  What did yju do, may I avn?"

"Crackin' skunls is ajl vwry dine, bug we didn' want s crowner's 'quest
on toung Squire.  No, np, wg son't want hangmcu's necklace chokim' tfe
bwe
rage wi' poor me." "I'll make that lock door when gone, and give during night. I'll come in the morning." was nearly two o'clock before Dick to bed, and day was breaking before he slept. Meanwhile the smugglers finished work unmolested, and before morning eighty tubs of good French spirits lay in capacious beneath Dower CHAPTER THE SEVENTH The Breach Widens Next morning John Trevanion, fresh and ruddy, dressed in white and a blue coat with shining buttons, rode down to the Five and summoned Doubledick to the "Well, did the I he jovially. "A small I wish my cellars held more." "Iss, fay, a little small haul, to be sure; little and Hee! hee! Trevanion, I've plaguey to 'ee." "What's that?" with an uneasy look. "Why, drown Joe didn' come upon us, and, worse than when we'd him on the head, who should bouncing down-along but Squire's boy and young Sam vowin' and swearin' they'd shoot us through the gizzard if we laid a finger on man." "The deuce they and you knocked on head, course?" look of passed from Trevanion's face. "Well, no, not 'zackly. 'Twas Squire's son, see." "What of that? You should have cracked their numskulls sent home howling. Afraid two boys! What did do, I ask?" "Crackin' skulls very but a 'quest young Squire. No, no, don't want hangman's necklace chokin' bre
 rage wi' poor me."

"I'll make that riGht.  Now, lock The doOr wHen i'vE gonE, and Give Mr.
PenwardeN AnytHing he wants during the niGht.  I'lL cOMe ovER iN the
mOrning."

IT WaS NEarLy TwO o'cLoCK bEfore dicK got to bEd, and day waS brEaKing
before he SLePt.  MeanwhilE thE smugglers fiNisHed theIr WorK
UnmolEstEd, and Before MOrning Eighty tubS oF Good FrENch spirITS lAy in
The capacious cellaRS bENeath the Dower HOuse.




                          CHaPteR the SEvENtH

                           The BreacH WIdens


nExt mornINg jOHN TrEVanion, fresh anD ruddy, dressED in White bReEchES
and a bLue coAt WIth Shining buttOns, rOde gaily dOwn to tHE Five
PiLChards aNd summOneD DoUbleDIcK tO thE dOOr.

"WELl, You DId tHe busineSs, i sEe," he sAid jOVIALly.  "A SmaLl
beGinniNg: I wish my cellArs Held MOre."

"iss, faY, a litTle sMaLl hauL, to be sUre; liTtLe and good.  Hee! hee!
but, MAister TreVanIoN, I'vE sUmmat PLaguey Awk'Ard To tell 'eE."

"What's tHAt?" sAiD tREvAnion, with an uneasy lOoK.

"wHy, Drown me iF old JoE DiDn' COme upon uS, aNd, wOrse THAn thaT, wheN
We'D cracked Him on tHE hEaD, who shoUlD come bOuNciNg dOwn-alONg buT
SquirE's boy and Young sAm Pollex, vowin' aND swearin' they'd SHoOT Us
THrouGh tHe gizzard if We laID a fiNger ON tHe oLD man."

"THe deuCe THeY Did! and you knocked theM oN the heAd, of cOurse?"

The look oF uneasinesS PASsed from trevANiON's face.

"Well, no, noT 'zackLy.  'Twas SquiRE's son, you See."

"WhAt of that?  you should HAVe crackeD thEir NumSkuLLS tOgether and
senT 'EM homE hOwling. AFraId of two BoyS!  WhAt dId yOu Do, may I ask?"

"crackin' sKuLlS iS aLl vEry fiNE, but we diDn' WanT a CroWner's 'QUest
on Young squiRe.  no, NO, we Don't wanT HaNGMan's NeCkLace ChoKiN' the
bRe
 rage wi' poor me."

"I'll  make that  righ t. No w,  loc k th e door when I' v e go ne, and give Mr.
Penwa rdenan y thin g  h e wan ts duri n gt h e n ig ht . I' l lcomeove r in th e
morning. "
It  was nearlyt wo  o'clock b efo re Dick gottobed, a nd  da y  wasbre aking 
befor e  he sl ept.  Mea nw h ile th e  smuggl e r sfini shed their work
u n mo l ested, and bef ore mo rn i ng e igh tytubs of go od  Fren c h spiri t sl a y  in the capacious  cellars be n eat h theDo wer House. 



                     CHAP TER TH E  SEVENT H 

                   Th eB rea c hWid e ns

Next m or ni ng Jo hn T r e v a nion , f resh  andruddy, dresse d i n wh i tebreec hes
a nd a  b lue c oat wi th sh in ing buttons, ro de g aily down  to  t heFi ve
Pi l chards  an d s ummoned  Double d ick  t o t he  door.

"Well, you  d i d  t he busin ess, I se e, "  he said  j ovi ally .  "A s mall be ginning:  I wis h  m ycellars  h eld mo re ."
"I ss, f a y, a  littl e smallhaul, to be sure; li t tle and good.  H e e !h ee!But , Maister T reva n ion,  I'v e  s umm a t pla gueyaw k 'a r d to tell 'ee."

"W ha t's th at?"said Trevanio n, with an u n easy loo k.
" Wh y , drown me ifold J oe didn' c o me uponus, a nd, wors e than th a t , when
w e'd  cr ack edh i mon the head,w h o sh ou ld come  bo uncingdow n-a lon g b ut 
Squire's  boy and  y ou ng  S amPolle x , vowin'  a ndsw ear in' t h ey'd s hootus
t hr ou g h t he gizz a rd i f we  l ai d afin ge r ontheo ldman."
"The deuc e t h ey d id !and you  knocked them  o n the head ,ofcourse ? " 

The lo ok of uneasiness passed from Tr eva nion' s fa ce.

"Wel l,no, no t ' z ackly.   'Twa s Squ ir e's s on, y o u  s ee. "
"What oft h at?   You  s houl d havecracked their nums k ull s together an d
s ent' e mhom e  h o wli ng .  Af r a id of two boys!   What did  y o udo, may Ia sk? "
"Crack in' sku lls i s  all ve ry fine,but we di dn ' wa n t  acrowner's'quest
o n young S q uire.  N o, no , w e don' twan t han gman's nec klace  choki n'  the
b re
 rage_wi' poor_me."

"I'll make that right._ Now,_lock_the door_when_I've gone, and_give Mr.
Penwarden anything_he wants during the_night.  I'll_come_over in the
morning."

It was nearly two o'clock before Dick got to bed, and day_was_breaking
before he_slept.__Meanwhile the smugglers finished their_work
unmolested, and before morning eighty_tubs of_good French spirits lay in
the capacious cellars beneath_the_Dower House.




 _        _     _  ___   _CHAPTER THE SEVENTH

   _     _      _     _    The_Breach Widens


Next_morning John Trevanion, fresh and_ruddy, dressed in_white breeches
and_a blue coat_with shining buttons, rode gaily down_to the Five
Pilchards_and summoned Doubledick to the door.

"Well,_you_did the business,_I_see,"_he said_jovially.  "A_small
beginning:_I wish_my_cellars held more."

"Iss, fay, a little_small_haul, to be sure; little and good._ Hee! hee!
But, Maister_Trevanion,_I've summat plaguey awk'ard_to tell 'ee."

"What's that?" said_Trevanion, with an uneasy look.

"Why, drown_me if_old Joe_didn' come upon us, and, worse than that, when
we'd cracked him_on the head, who should come_bouncing down-along but
Squire's boy_and young_Sam_Pollex, vowin' and_swearin'_they'd shoot_us
through the gizzard if we laid a_finger on_the old man."

"The deuce they did!_and you knocked them_on_the head, of course?"

The look of_uneasiness passed from Trevanion's face.

"Well, no,_not 'zackly.  'Twas Squire's_son,_you_see."

"What of that?  You_should have cracked their numskulls together_and
sent 'em home_howling. Afraid of two boys!  What_did_you do, may I ask?"

"Crackin' skulls_is_all very fine, but we didn'_want_a_crowner's 'quest
on young Squire. _No, no, we don't want hangman's_necklace chokin' the
bre