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 rest of the party had, by this time, resumed their conversation;
and both Radford and Harding well knew that it would be vain to
attempt to keep them quiet; for they were a rash and careless set,
inclined to do everything with dash and swagger; and although, in the
presence of actual and apparent danger, they could be induced to
preserve some degree of order and discipline, and to show some
obedience to their leaders, yet as soon as the peril had passed away,
or was no longer immediately before their eyes, they were like
schoolboys in the master's absence, and careless of the consequences
which they did not see. Twice Harding said, in a low voice, "I hear
them again to the east, there!" and twice young Radford urged his men
to a quicker pace; but many of them had come far; horses and men were
tired; every one considered that, as the goods were safely landed, and
no opposition shown, the battle was more than half won; and all forgot
the warning of the day before, as man ever forgets the chastisements
which are inflicted by Heaven for his good, and falls the next day
into the very same errors, for the reproof of which they were sent.
"Now," said Harding, as they approached the spot where the Marsh road
opened upon the highway to Bonnington, "spread some of your men out on
the right and left, Mr. Radford, to keep you clear in case the enemy
wish to make an attack. Your people can easily close in, and follow
quickly, as soon as the rest have passed."
"If they do make an attack," thought young Radford, "your head shall
be the first I send a ball through;" but the advice was too judicious
to be neglected; and he accordingly gave orders to Ned Ramley and the
Major, with ten men each, to go one or two hundred yards on the road
towards Bilsington on the one hand, and Hurst on the other, and see
that all was safe. A little confusion ensued, as was but natural in so
badly disciplined a body; and in the meanwhile the laden horses
advanced along the road straight into the heart of the country, while
Richard Radford, with the greater part of his mounted men, paused to
support either of his parties in case of attack. He said something in
a low voice regarding the money, to Harding, who replied abruptly,
"There--never mind about that; only look out, and get off as quickly
as you can. You are safe enough now, I think; so good night."
Thus saying, he turned, and with the six or eight stout fellows who
accompanied him, trod his way back into the Marsh. What passed through
young Radford's brain at that moment it may be needless to dwell upon;
but Harding escaped a peril that he little dreamed of, solely by the
risk of ruin to the whole scheme which a brawl at that spot and moment
must have entailed.
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