 dark form close against the
whitewashed cottage on the side facing the sea.

"It's very odd at this time of night," he said. "We had better go and
tell the man, whoever he is, where he can find Joe."

They hurried on, but had not gone more than half-way to the cottage when
the figure moved from the door, and walked quickly in the direction of
the Towers.  There was a footpath at the back of the garden, over which
the villagers had an immemorial right of way, though it was really the
Squire's private property.

Dick was on the point of calling out when Sam checked him.

"That be Jake Tonkin," he said, quietly: "I know un by his bow legs.
What med he want wi' old Joe, now?"

Jake was the son of Isaac Tonkin, the expertest fisher, the boldest
seaman, and the most cunning and resourceful smuggler in the village.
Isaac was a rough, quick-tempered fellow, violent when roused, but
honest according to his lights; and Dick had a certain admiration for
him, as every boy must have for a strong man who excels in bold and
daring deeds.  Once or twice he had gone fishing in Tonkin's smack, and
had learnt a good deal from the man's blunt speech and craftsmanlike
actions.

It was perfectly well known in the neighbourhood that Tonkin was the
ringleader of the smugglers, but owing to his wariness and craft, and to
the supineness of the revenue officer who had preceded Mr. Mildmay,
nothing had ever been openly proved against him, and he had never been
caught in the act.  In the previous winter he had narrowly escaped a
conflict with Mr. Mildmay, then in his first year of duty at this part
of the coast; and it was common talk in the village that he resented the
intrusion, as he regarded it, of so zealous an officer, and had promised
to give the revenue men a very hot time if they interfered with him.  It
was he whose presence John Trevanion had remarked as he passed the open
door of the tap-room in Doubledick's inn.

Dick was as much surprised as Sam to find that
dark form close against the 
 whitewashed bungalow on the slope facing the sea. 

 " It's very curious at this fourth dimension of night, " he said. " We had well belong and 
 tell the serviceman, whoever he is, where he can find Joe. " 

 They hurried on, but had not go more than half - way to the cottage when 
 the design move from the door, and walked quickly in the direction of 
 the Towers.   There embody a footpath at the back of the garden, over which 
 the villagers receive an immemorial right of way, though it was really the 
 Squire's individual property. 

 Dick was on the point of calling out when Sam checked him. 

 " That be Jake Tonkin, " he allege, quietly: " I know un by his bow legs. 
 What med he want wi' old Joe, nowadays? " 

 Jake was the son of Isaac Tonkin, the expertest fisher, the boldest 
 seaman, and the most cunning and resourceful smuggler in the village. 
 Isaac was a rough, quick - tempered chap, violent when roused, but 
 good harmonize to his lights; and Dick had a certain wonder for 
 him, as every boy must accept for a strong man who excel in bold and 
 daring deeds.   Once or twice he had gone fishing in Tonkin's smack, and 
 had learnt a good deal from the man's blunt speech and craftsmanlike 
 actions. 

 It was absolutely well known in the neighborhood that Tonkin was the 
 ringleader of the smuggler, but owe to his wariness and craft, and to 
 the supineness of the revenue officer who had precede Mr. Mildmay, 
 nothing had ever been openly proved against him, and he had never been 
 caught in the act.   In the previous winter he had narrowly escaped a 
 conflict with Mr. Mildmay, then in his first year of duty at this share 
 of the coast; and it was coarse talk in the village that he resent the 
 intrusion, as he see it, of so avid an officer, and had promised 
 to contribute the revenue men a very blistering time if they interfered with him.   It 
 was he whose presence John Trevanion had remarked as he passed the open 
 door of the tap - room in Doubledick's inn. 

 Dick was as much surprised as Sam to find that
 dagk form close against tht
whitewashed cottcte on vhe sids facing the sea.

"It's very odd at this tume od night," he said. "We had better gl and
telo tht man, whoever he ma, where he cah finb Ooe."

They hurried on, but hag not gone mora ghcn half-way to the cottage when
the fidure mofef from the doot, and ralksd quickly in the direction of
the Fowers.  There was a gootpath at the back of thf gagden, over which
the villagers yad wb immemorial right of way, though ij was really the
Squire's private oropexty.

Dick was ob tjg point of celling out when Sam checkeg him.

"Thst be Jake Tonlin," he said, quietly: "I know nn by his bow legs.
Whwt med he wcnt wi' old Joe, now?"

Jakw qas tve smn ow Isxac Tpniin, thf eepertest fiaher, the boodest
seaman, and the mjwt cunning ans resotrseful smuggler in the village.
Isaac was d rkugh, quick-tempered felliw, violent when rousef, but
honeft according to his lights; and Dick had a certain admicagiou for
hkn, ws every boy must have for a strong man who evdeks in bold and
daving deeds.  Once ot hwose he had gong fishiuf jn Tonkin's smack, ajd
had lgarnt q good dewl ftom the man's blunt speech abd craftsmanjuke
actions.

It was pzrfectly welu knpwn im the neighbourhood thac Tonkjn was the
rlngleader uf the smugglers, bun owhng to his wariness and crwft, and ti
the supinevess of thq revenue lfficcs who had preceded Mr. Mnldmaf,
nothing hwd ever been openly proved agaiixt him, and hg hdd tever bezn
caugmt in the act.  Yn the previoux wintex he hxd narrowlj escaped a
conflict rith Mr. Mildmdi, then in his first yqar if dyty at gfis part
of the coast; anb it qas common talk in thg billage that he rewented the
intruxiov, af je rqcarded it, of so xeaupus av offictx, akd fad lromised
to give the sevehue men a very hot tlme if thgy interfqred with him.  It
was he whose pgesenre Johi Trevsnijn had remarked as he passed tge open
dolr jf the tap-rojm ik Doobledick's iun.

Dick was as much surprised as Sam to fmnd that
dark form close against the whitewashed cottage side the sea. very odd at said. had better go tell the man, he is, where he can find They hurried on, but had not gone more than half-way to the cottage the figure moved from the door, and walked quickly in the direction of Towers. was footpath the back of the garden, over which the villagers had an immemorial right of way, though was really the Squire's private property. Dick was the point of calling when Sam checked him. "That Jake he said, "I un his bow legs. med he want wi' old Joe, now?" Jake was the son of Isaac Tonkin, the expertest fisher, boldest seaman, most cunning resourceful in village. Isaac was quick-tempered fellow, violent when roused, but his lights; and Dick had a certain admiration him, as boy must have for a strong who excels in bold and daring deeds. Once twice he had gone fishing in Tonkin's smack, and had learnt a good deal from blunt speech and craftsmanlike It was perfectly known the that was the of the smugglers, but owing to his wariness and craft, and the supineness of the revenue officer who had preceded Mr. had been openly proved him, and he had been in the act. In winter had conflict Mr. then in his first of duty at this part the coast; and it village that he resented the intrusion, as he it, of so zealous an officer, and promised to give the revenue men a very hot time if they with him. he whose presence John Trevanion had remarked as passed the open door the tap-room in Doubledick's inn. Dick was as much as to find
 dark form close against the
whItewashed cOttagE on The SiDe faCing The sea.

"It's very oDD at tHis time of night," he said. "We Had beTtER go aND
tEll thE man, whoEVeR HE is, WhErE he CaN FiNd Joe."

theY hurrieD on, but had nOt gOnE more than halF-WaY to the cottAge When
the figurE moVed froM tHe dOOr, and WalKed quIckly iN The dirEction of
tHe tOwers.  THEre was a FOOtPath At the back of the garDEn, OVer which
the vilLagers HaD An IMMemOriAl right of wAy, ThougH It was reALlY THE
SqUIre's private prOperty.

Dick wAS on The poiNt Of cALling oUt wheN SAM chEcked him.

"ThaT be JAke Tonkin," He said, QUietly: "I KNow un by His bow LegS.
WhAt meD He WaNt wI' oLD JoE, NoW?"

JaKE waS the son oF ISaAc TonKin, tHE EXPertEst FishEr, the Boldest
seaman, And The mOSt cUnninG and rEsouRcEful sMuggleR in thE vIllage.
Isaac was a RougH, quick-temPerEd FelLoW, violENt when RouSed, But
honeSt accorDIng To HIS LiGhts; and Dick had a cerTaIN AdMiration For
him, AS eVeRY boy must HaVe fOr a sTROng maN who EXcEls in bolD and
daRInG dEeds.  OncE oR twice He Had GonE fishINg in tonkin'S smack, anD
had lEArnt a good deal fROm the man's blunT SpEECh ANd crAftSmanlike
actIons.

iT was PerfECtLy wELl knoWn in tHe NEiGHbourhood that Tonkin WaS the
riNgleaDer of the smuggLers, but owiNG TO his wariNess ANd CRaft, and to
the suPinenEss of the reVEnue offiCer whO had precEded Mr. MilDMAy,
nothinG haD evEr bEen OPEnLy proved againST Him, aNd He had neVer Been
cauGht In tHe aCt.  IN tHe previouS winter hE hAd NaRrOwlY escaPEd a
conflIcT wiTh mr. MIldmaY, Then in His fiRst yEaR oF DutY at this PArT
OF the CoAsT; and It wAs CommoN talK In tHe villaGe that he rEseNTed tHe
InTrusion, As he regarded iT, oF so zealous An OffIcer, anD HAd promisEd
to give the revenue men a vERy hot tiMe iF they InteRfered witH hiM.  It
was He wHOse preSence JOhn TrEvAniON Had reMARkEd aS hE passed the OPEn
dOor of ThE tap-Room in DOubledick's inn.

Dick wAS as Much surprised As SAm to FINd ThaT
 dark form close against t he
whitewa shedcot tag eon t he s ide facing the sea. 

"It's very odd at th is ti me of n i gh t," h e said. "W e had  b et ter  g o  a nd
te llthe man , whoeverheis , where he c a nfind Joe." 

T hey hurriedon,  but h ad  no t  gone  mo re th an hal f -way t o the cot ta g e when the fig u r emove d from the door,a nd walked quickly  in th ed ir e c tio n o f
the Towe rs .  Th e re wasa  f o o t pat h  at the backof the gard e n,over w hi cht he vil lager sh adan immemori al r ight of w ay, th o ugh itw as real ly the 
Sq uir e'sp ri va tepr o per t y. 

D i ckwas on t he  p ointof c a l l i ng o utwhen  Samchecked him.
"T hatb e J ake T onkin ," h esaid,  quiet ly: " Iknow un by hisbowlegs.
Wha t m ed  he  w ant w i ' oldJoe , n ow?"

J ake was the  s o n of  Isaac Tonkin, the  e x p er test fis her, t h ebo l dest
sea ma n,andt h e mos t cu n ni ng and r esourc e fu lsmuggle rin the  v ill age .
Isa a c wa s a ro ugh, qui ck-te m pered fellow,v iolent when r o us e d ,b ut
h one st accordin g to hisligh t s;  an d  Dick  hadac er t ain admiration forhi m, asevery  boy must hav e for a st r o n g man wh o ex c el s  in bold and
d aring  deeds.  O n ce or tw ice h e had go ne fishin g in Tonki n's  sm ack , a n d 
h ad learnt a g o o d de al  from t heman's b lun t s pee chan d craftsm anlike
a ct io ns .
It  wasp erfectly  w ell  k now n int he nei ghbou rhoo dth a t T onkin w a st h e
ri ng le ader  of  t he sm uggl e rs,  but ow ing to hi s w a rine ss  a nd craf t, and to
the  s upinenessof  th e reve n u e office r who had preceded Mr.M ildmay, 
no thing  had  ever bee n o penlypro v ed aga inst h im, a nd  he h ad ne v e rbee ncaught int h e a ct. In  the  previo us winter he had n a rro wly escaped a 
co nfli c t  w ith Mr .  Mi ld m ay, t hen in his firs t year ofdu t yat this pa r t
o fthe coa st; and  it w a s commo n talk in  the vill ag e th a t  he  resentedthe
intr usion, as he re g ar ded i t,of soze alo us an  offic e r,and h ad pro mi sed
to  give  t he reven ue men a very hot timeif the y int erf ered with  hi m . It
was he  who se presenc e J ohn  Trev ani o n had  rem a rk eda s hepass e d the ope n 
d oor o fthe tap-roo m i n D ouble dic k 's inn .

D ick was as much s u rprised as Sam  tof i ndtha t 
 dark_form close_against the
whitewashed cottage on_the side_facing_the sea.

"It's_very_odd at this_time of night,"_he said. "We had_better go and
tell_the_man, whoever he is, where he can find Joe."

They hurried on, but had not_gone_more than_half-way_to_the cottage when
the figure moved_from the door, and walked_quickly in_the direction of
the Towers.  There was a_footpath_at the back_of the garden, over which
the villagers had an immemorial_right of way, though it was_really the
Squire's private_property.

Dick_was_on the point of_calling out when Sam checked him.

"That_be Jake Tonkin," he said, quietly:_"I know un by his bow legs.
What_med he want wi' old Joe,_now?"

Jake was the son of_Isaac Tonkin,_the expertest fisher, the boldest
seaman,_and the most_cunning and_resourceful smuggler in_the village.
Isaac was a rough, quick-tempered_fellow, violent when_roused, but
honest according to his lights;_and_Dick had a_certain_admiration_for
him, as_every boy must_have_for a_strong_man who excels in bold and
daring_deeds._ Once or twice he had gone_fishing in Tonkin's smack,_and
had_learnt a good deal_from the man's blunt speech_and craftsmanlike
actions.

It was perfectly well known_in the_neighbourhood that_Tonkin was the
ringleader of the smugglers, but owing to his wariness_and craft, and to
the supineness of_the revenue officer who_had preceded_Mr._Mildmay,
nothing had ever_been_openly proved_against him, and he had never been
caught_in the_act.  In the previous winter_he had narrowly escaped_a
conflict_with Mr. Mildmay, then in his_first year of duty at this_part
of the coast; and it_was_common_talk in the village that_he resented the
intrusion, as he regarded_it, of so_zealous an officer, and had promised
to give_the_revenue men a very hot time_if_they interfered with him.  It
was_he_whose_presence John Trevanion had remarked_as he passed the open
door of_the tap-room in Doubledick's inn.

Dick was as much surprised_as Sam to_find that