"Oh," I cried, "the coastguards--over at Black Pool." "Yes," he said carelessly, "what about _them?_" "They've discovered it," I cried. "The cave under the cliff-top. They've discovered it." His face did not change; he looked at me rather hard; and then asked me, quite carelessly, what I had seen. "Two coastguards," I answered. "Two coastguards. In the furze. They were listening to people somewhere below them." "Yes," he said, still carelessly, "over at Black Pool? I suppose they recognized you?" "Yes, they must have. We three are known all over the place. And I ran to tell you." "So I see," he said grimly. "You seem to have run like a tea-ship. Well, you needn't have. There's no cave on this side Salcombe, except the hole at Tor Cross. What made you run to tell _me?_" "Oh," I said, "you've been so kind--so kind, and--I don't know--I thought they'd send you to prison." "Did you?" he said gruffly. "Did you indeed? Well, they won't. There was no call for you to fret your little self. Still, you've done it; I'll remember that--I'll always remember that. Now you be off to your tea, quick. Cut!" When he gave an order it was always well for us to obey it at once; if we did not he used to lose his temper. So when he told me to go I got up and turned away, but slowly, for I was still out of breath. I looked back before I passed behind the hedge which marks the beginning of the combe, but Marah had disappeared--I could see no trace of him. Then suddenly, from somewhere behind me, out of sight, an owl called--and this in broad daylight. Three times the "Too-hoo, too-hoo" rose in a long wail from the shrubs, and three times another owl answered from up the combe, and from up the valley, too, till the place seemed full of owls. "Too-hoo, too-hoo" came the cries, and very faintly came answers--some of them in strange tones, as though the criers asked for information. As they sounded, the first owl answered in sharp, broken cries. But I had had enough. Breathless as I was, I ran on up the valley to the house, only hoping that no owl would come swooping down upon me. And this is what happened. Just as I reached the gate which leads to the little bridge below the house I saw Joe Barnicoat galloping towards me on an unsaddled horse of Farmer Rowser's. He seemed shocked, or upset, at seeing me; but he kicked the horse in the ribs and galloped on, crying out that he was having a little ride. His little ride was taking him at a gallop to the owl, and I was startled to find that quiet Joe, the mildest gardener in the county, should be one of the uncanny crew whose signals still hooted along the combes. When I reached home the others jeered at me for a sluggard. They had been at home for twenty minutes, and had begun tea. I let them talk as they pleased, and then settled down to work; but all that night I dreamed of great owls, riding in the dark with bee-skeps over them, filling the combes with their hootings. CHAPTER VII THE TWO COASTGUARDS