He was then persuaded to let himself be made a public show, and hired himself out at some of the minor London theatres to be exhibited as “Jeffrey the Sailor.” After a few months he returned to Polperro with money in his pocket enough to purchase a small schooner intended for the coasting trade. The speculation was unsuccessful. Jeffrey fell into consumption, and died leaving a wife and daughter in great poverty. Polperro was also a notorious hole for smugglers. The last affair with them in which life was lost was in 1810, or thereabouts. One morning a lugger was descried by the crew of the revenue boat, then stationed on shore. She was lying becalmed in Whitsand Bay. The glass informed them that it was the _Lottery_, of Polperro, well known for her fast sailing qualities, as well as for the hardihood of her crew. There was little doubt that with the springing up of the breeze she would put to sea. Accordingly the officer in command, with all despatch, manned two or three boats and put off, making sure of a rare capture, for there seemed little chance of an escape. Their movements were, however, observed by the smugglers, who made preparations for resistance. The boats, on seeing their intentions, commenced firing when at a considerable distance; but it was not until they had approached her pretty near that the shots were returned from the lugger, which now assumed an unmistakable attitude of defiance. When within a few yards of the expected prize, Ambrose Bowden, who pulled the bow-oar of one of the attacking boats, fell mortally wounded. It was plain that the Polperro men had come to a determination not to give up their fine craft and valuable cargo without a struggle, so the boats withdrew, and allowed the _Lottery_ to proceed to sea. This affray was reported to the authorities, and orders were issued at all hazards to arrest the vessel and her crew. The smugglers were alarmed at what had been done, and at the dogged manner in which the officers of justice pursued them. They were kept continually concealed in pilchard cellars, in barns, in closets, and were liable at dead of night to have their houses surrounded and searched by a troop of dragoons, who made stealthy descents on the town. At length a certain Toms, who had formed one of the crew of the _Lottery_, gave himself up, and declared that a man named Tom Potter had fired the fatal shot. The Polperro people made common cause of this, and resolved at once to preserve Potter and to punish Toms. The revenue men knew the danger in which the latter stood, and they took him on board a cutter cruising off the coast On a certain occasion the cutter was off Polruan, when some of the Polperro men persuaded Toms’ wife to decoy him on land, solemnly assuring her that they would not touch his life, and that all they desired was to remove the only evidence that existed against Potter.