"Iss, that'll do very well, sonny," was Cap'n Jack's reply. "By coose we mayn't git 'er afore she do git to the Devil's Fryin' Pan or Cadwith, and ef you fail theer, you must git to Black Head as fast as yer legs can car'ee. But kip away from Ruan Minor, Israel, my sonny. The Preventive men be strong there." "Trust me," laughed Israel. Cap'n Jack went out and looked seaward, anxiously. "You must start in a 'our or a 'our and haalf, Israel, my sonny, and the rest of us must git doun to the Cove to once," he said, when he came back. "Oal right, Cap'n," replied Israel, "I jist want to go and spaik to mauther, while the Squire do git the oull mare ready." I went out as he spoke, and then acting on sudden impulse, determined to follow him. A minute later I was glad I had done so, for I saw that he was going away from his mother's house. He hurried rapidly along the Helston road until he came to a little beer-house, or as the folks called it a kiddleywink, which he entered. When I had arrived at the door of this kiddleywink, I was at a loss what to do, neither could I make out why he had come here. I had barely time to think, however, before Israel came out again, and I saw that he was accompanied by a Preventive man. "I've got a job for 'ee," said Israel. "What?" "A chap showin' a false light to-night." "But I'd arranged weth the Cap'n to kip away, an' to kip our chaps away." "Never mind that. I c'n maake et wuth yer while." "Well, what es et?" "Be jist off The Stags at twelve o'clock to-night. A young fella will be laidin' an ould gray mare." "But wot about the Cap'n?" "I tell 'ee 't'll be for your good. You do as I tell 'ee, Ellic, or, well, you'll knaw what!" "But et'll spoil yer plans!" "Never mind. Look 'ere--" Then he talked earnestly in low tones so that I could not hear. Evidently, however, he satisfied the officer, for I heard him say, "Clain off. A reglar feather in my cap, and the Cap'n wa'ant knaw." When Israel returned to Cap'n Jack's house I had the mare all ready. "We'll go stright to Carn Barrow," he said, shortly. "That wasn't Cap'n Jack's plan," was my reply. "Look 'ere, Squire, I'm to work this. You'm new to this work. I tell 'ee we must git to the Devil's Fryin' Pan by ten o'clock, and then git back to The Stags 'bout twelve." "Very well," I replied, "I'm ready." "'Tes a good two mile by road to the Fryin' Pan," he remarked. "And 'tes oppen downs nearly oal the way to The Stags." He seemed to think a minute, then he said, "No, we wa'ant go so far as that, we'll jist go to Bumble Rock, and then kip on the top by Poltream Cove. That'll taake us oal our time." He led the horse and I carried the lantern, which he said should not be lit until we came to Bumble Rock, which stands by a gully in the headland, where the seas roar with a terrible noise as they break upon the coast.