'Who are you?' said Captain Jackman, addressing the other torch-bearer. 'My name is Herman, and I am a poor boatman,' answered the man. 'I've got nothing to do with this job.' 'Here,' said the captain, in the brisk tone of the sea; and he slipped a sovereign into his hand. 'Here, you Goldsmith,' and he also slipped a sovereign into the hand of the excited torch-bearer. 'See here,' said he, 'you pinned this lady down, and you might have killed us both. You might for sixpence, some ten years hence, have gone below and started back at beholding two skeletons lying athwart the entrance corridor. But you did not mean it. You were quick in your turn when reflection came to our service. So take this.' The man was profound in his bows and brow-knuckling by the faint light of the moon. The conversation had been listened to in silence by the commander and his daughter. 'You've lost your 'at, sir. Shall I fetch it for yer?' said Goldsmith. 'I wouldn't send a wolf into that Devil's Walk,' answered Captain Jackman, with a dull laugh. 'We'll find your 'at, sir,' said the two men, and they plunged away back towards the broken fence and the hole in the earth. 'I wonder,' exclaimed Captain Jackman, coming abreast of Commander Conway, 'if my little hotel will be open at this hour?' and he gazed down at the short square man who trotted between him and his daughter, whose head towered above her father's. 'No need to talk of hotels, sir. Happy to put you up, I'm sure, after your desperate experiences. My house is close by, and, sir,' he said, turning, and extending his hand and clasping that of Captain Jackman, 'I thank you, from the heart of a father, for your courtesy during these long hours to my daughter.' Captain Jackman shook the old gentleman by the hand and bowed, but made no reply; and they resumed their walk. All their talk, till they arrived at the commander's cottage, was about this singular adventure under earth. Captain Jackman freely owned this-- 'I wouldn't take a guide, for my hopes denied me one; frankly and truthfully, commander, I had been told that some smugglers' booty lay in a branch tunnel of this hiding-place, and my intention was to look at it, and afterwards to take measures to secure it by passing it through the window.' The commander's laugh had the sepulchral note of the Devil's Walk. 'We were famous smugglers in our time, sir,' said he; 'we did not leave our run goods, earned at the very risk of our lives, to be fetched and enjoyed by strangers to the gang.' 'Who told you of a treasure lurking in an English cliff?' asked Miss Conway. 'The master of a brigantine,' answered the captain, 'who knew your little creek or port well, and the whole of the smugglers who had thronged it, before the lawless lot discovered their diggings were of no use to them, and departed.'