"Very well, sir," said Jack, and he went off immediately to collect the men. Within half an hour he set out with a dozen of them, well armed with pikes and cutlasses. They marched through the fields and over the cliffs to Luscombe, avoiding the highroad. Arriving at Gumley’s cottage, Jack rapped smartly on the gate and was answered as before by a furious barking from the dog. Gumley was some time in making his appearance, and Jack, becoming impatient, pulled off his coat, and hoisted himself on to the fence. Seeing who it was, Comely ceased to bark and wagged his tail in friendly recognition. Jack could not help feeling a little mean as he stooped and patted the dog’s head, still more when Gumley appeared from the direction of the cottage, with his board in one hand and a fork in the other. "Morning, sir," he said, with a smile. "I was looking for another visit from you." "I’m afraid you won’t think me very welcome this time, Gumley," said Jack gravely. "’Tis an unpleasant job, but I’ve got to search your place." "My place, sir? And what do you expect to find?" "’Tis reported that the smugglers ran a cargo ashore last night, and that you’ve got it, or part of it." "Me! And you believe it, sir?" "I don’t know anything about it. My orders are to search, and I must do it. A dozen men are outside: you’d better open the gate and let them in." "Very good, sir. But I must lock Comely up first, sir, else he’ll leave the marks of his teeth somewhere. You’re a friend of his; I introduced you proper myself, but I’ll not introduce him to any preventive men that ought to know better than to come a-nosing round my little place. Who said as how ’twas here the smugglers brought their cargo, sir?" "I don’t know. Mr. Goodman heard it from some one." "One of those villains down in the village, I’ll be bound. Well, I might have expected it, sooner nor this. I tell you straight out, sir, never a shilling’s worth of smuggled goods have passed my gate. I’m a king’s man, leastwise was till I got my stump, and arter that I wouldn’t demean myself by going a-smuggling. Howsomever, orders is orders, and search you must. I’ll just tie up the dog, sir, and then open the gate, for Gumley bean’t the man to shut his doors upon the king’s orders." Gumley’s quiet manner made an impression on Jack, and he was half inclined to leave his errand unfulfilled. If the man had protested and blustered Jack would have been at once convinced that he was guilty, but his readiness to submit to the search was hardly that of a guilty man. Then it occurred to him that Gumley might be trying to throw dust in his eyes again. At all events, he could not return to Mr. Blake and confess that he had not carried out orders; so when the dog was secured and the men admitted he directed them to begin the search.