The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
The man he spoke to answered "No!" adding that, they could not tell
anything "till the gentleman came." This, however, commenced a
conversation, and Mowle was speedily identified with that group,
which, consisting entirely of strangers, as he had supposed, did not
mingle much with the rest. Every one present was armed; and he found
that though some had come on foot like himself, the greater part had
journeyed on horseback. He had a good opportunity also of learning
that, notwithstanding every effort made by the Government, the system
of smuggling was carried on along the coast to a much greater extent
than even he himself had been aware of. Many of his brother officers
were spoken of in high terms of commendation, which did not sound very
satisfactory to his ears; and many a hint for his future operations,
he gained from the gossip of those who surrounded him.
Still time wore on, and he began to be a little uneasy lest he should
be detained longer than the hour which he had specified in his note to
the colonel of dragoons. But at length, towards ten o'clock, the quick
tramping of a number of horses were heard, and several voices
speaking; and a minute after, five or six and twenty men entered the
grass court, and came up hastily to the rest.
"Now, are you all ready?" cried a voice, which Mowle instantly
recognised as that of young Radford.
"Yes, we've been waiting these two hours," answered one of those in
the group which the officer had first approached; "but you'll never
have enough here, sir."
"Never you mind that," rejoined Richard Radford, "there are eighty
more at Lympne, and a good number down at Dymchurch already,
with plenty of horses. Come, muster, muster, and let us be off,
for the landing will begin at one, and we have a good long way to
go.--Remember, every one," he continued, raising his voice, "that
the way is by Butter's Bridge, and then down and along the shore. If
any one takes the road by Burmarsh he will fall in with the dragoons.
Troop off, my men, troop off. You Ned, and you Major, see that the
court is quite cleared; we must have none lagging behind."
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