"You had better take up your post at some place where your figures
will not be seen by any one coming along the road till he is close to
you, or instead of coming straight along he might make a bolt round;
and some of these fellows can run like hares. We must not let the
smallest chance escape us. If we succeed in the affair we shall get no
end of credit, beside the satisfaction of freeing the country of as
desperate a band of ruffians as any that infest it, and that's saying
a good deal. Now, here's success to our work to-morrow." O'Connor
drained his glass and placed it on the table, and then rising and
taking up his sword made his way to his room, his companions at once
following his example.
CHAPTER XII.
THE CAVE AMONG THE ROCKS.
At five o'clock on the following morning Ralph was roused by the
landlord, who brought him a candle; he lost no time in dressing,
buckled on his sword, looked to the priming of the double-barreled
pistols Mr. Penfold had given him, and placed them in his belt. Then
he went downstairs and put the handcuffs into the pocket of his great
coat. He then went to the bar, where the landlord was kindling a fire.
"I want a bottle of whisky, landlord, a loaf of bread, and a big lump
of cheese." As he was waiting for these, Lieutenant Desmond joined
him.
"That's right, Conway, there is nothing like laying in a stock of
creature comforts when you have the chance. Look here, landlord, get
an empty bottle and put half the whisky in, and then fill them both up
with water. Cut that loaf of bread in halves; in that way we can get
it in our pockets. That's right; now do the same with the cheese. You
and I may not be together, Conway, so it's just as well to divide the
commissariat; to say nothing of the convenience of carriage. Now, have
you got the handcuffs? That's right, we will be off at once."
The landlord went to the door with them and looked after them,
somewhat surprised at seeing no soldiers about.
"What can they be up to by themselves at this hour of the morning?" he
said to himself. "Well, they are two nice young fellows anyway, and I
hope that they are not going to get into mischief. Now I will just
make up the fire, and then sit down for an hour's snooze in my
arm-chair. The captain said he was to be called at six. I suppose they
are going out still-hunting somewhere. Well, I wish them luck; for
when the boys can get their whisky for next to nothing they don't care
about coming here, and small blame to them, for I shouldn't myself."
Not a soul was astir in the village as the two young officers passed
along. They turned off at the lane leading to the sea, and after
proceeding a quarter of a mile came to a point where the roadway
ended, the path beyond this being merely a track. Here there was a
gate across the lane, and a wall running right and left.
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