Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of NapoleonStrang, Herbert
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Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of Napoleon
Strang, Herbert
Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
"Den of whom? Who invent dem? Dey demand much care and skill; yes, and
industry. And for vat good to spend so much time? It vould be easier to
valk up de stairs—if de door is open, of course dat is understood. But
truly it is more romantic—it has more of de fun, as you English say, to
mount on de outside, on little steps, from hand to foot, vun may say.
Yes, and if in my youth I had not lived much among de sailors of my
little village, assuredly I should not have had de courage to make an
attempt so perilous. Ve sailors, indeed, have de firm leg, de fixed
eye."
De Fronsac’s eye was certainly fixed—on Jack, who had an uncomfortable
feeling that the Frenchman was not only trying to find out from his
manner what he had discovered, but was talking to gain time. He was
resolving to cut the interview short, when De Fronsac, turning round
suddenly, appeared to catch sight for the first time of the kegs.
"Ah! Voila! Ve have it! Dose barrels Monsieur Jack—you see dem? Dey
are put dere vizout doubt by dese smogglairs. Ah! de rascals!
Certainly ve must tell your good cousin, Monsieur Bastable. He vill
know de means to take. He vill come, and take an inventaire. Certainly
dat is vat ve must do. You come viz me; ve both tell him; ve go at
vunce."
"Very well," said Jack. "We’ll go down. Will you go first?"
"I t’ink better you."
"But I opened the trap-door. You won’t know how to shut it. You go
first and I’ll see that it is properly closed."
"Ver’ vell. It is a good idea."
De Fronsac accordingly stepped on to the rope-ladder, and descended with
a rapidity that seemed to show he had indeed had no little experience
amongst seamen. Jack followed, closed the trap-door, and, as he went
down, threw the iron steps one by one to the ground, where the Frenchman
stood awaiting him.
"Now vat shall ve do viz dem?" asked De Fronsac, when Jack stood beside
him. "It vas you dat discovered dem, Monsieur Jack. It is to you to
decide vat ve do. It is right. You vill get great honor viz Monsieur
Bastable, and de Lor’ Lieutenant, I t’ink you call de great man of de
county."
Jack did not wish to return the steps to their original hiding-place.
It would be better, he thought, to hide them among the bushes.
Accordingly with De Fronsac’s assistance he carried them into the
thicket, and concealed them under a heap of dead leaves.
"Now ve go to de Grange?" said the Frenchman.
"Yes. We shall be rather early; Mr. Bastable will not be up yet."
He intended to keep De Fronsac in sight until he had an opportunity of
sending a messenger to the boat for a number of men to remove the kegs.
He did not feel sure that the Frenchman’s visit to the tower was so
accidental as he declared; and a bird in the hand was worth two in the
bush.
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