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
"Why, I'll see what the weather is like," was Harding's reply. "Then I
can easily send up to let you know--or, what will be better still, if
you can gather the men together the day after to-morrow, in the
different villages not far off the coast, and I should find it the
right sort of night, and get out to sea, they shall see a light on the
top of Tolsford Hill, as soon as I am near in shore again. That will
serve to guide them and puzzle the officers. Then let them gather, and
come down towards Dymchurch, where they will find somebody from me to
guide them."
"They shall gather first at Saltwood," said Mr. Radford, "and then
march down to Dymchurch. But how are we to manage about the ship?"
"Why, you must send an order," answered Harding, "for both days, and
let your skipper know that if he does not see us the first, he will
see us the second."
"You had better take it down with you at once," replied Mr. Radford,
"and get it off early to-morrow. If you'll just come up to my house,
I'll write it for you in a minute."
"Ay, but I'm not going home to-night," said the smuggler; "I can have
a bed at Mrs. Clare's; and I'm going to sleep there, so you can send
it over when you like in the morning, and I'll get it off in time."
"I wish you would not go hanging about after that girl, when we've got
such serious business in hand," exclaimed Mr. Radford, in a sharp
tone; but the next moment he added, with a sudden change of voice, "It
doesn't signify to-night, however. There will be time enough; and they
say you are going to marry her, Harding. Is that true?"
"I should say, that's my business," replied Harding, bluntly, "but
that I look upon it as an honour, Mr. Radford, that she's going to
marry me; for a better girl does not live in the land, and I've known
her a long while now, so I'm never likely to think otherwise."
"Ay, I've known her a long time, too," answered Mr. Radford--"ever
since her poor father was shot, and before; and a very good girl I
believe she is. But now that you are over here, you may as well wait
and hear what comes of these goods. Couldn't you just ride over to the
Ramleys to-morrow morning--there you'll hear all about it."
Harding laughed, but replied the next moment, in a grave tone, "I
don't like the Ramleys, sir, and don't want to have more to do with
them than I can help. I shall hear all about it soon enough, without
going there."
"But I sha'n't," answered Mr. Radford.
"Then you had better send your son, sir," rejoined Harding. "He's
oftener there than I am, a great deal.--Well, the matter is all
settled, then. Either the night after to-morrow, or the night after
that, if the men keep a good look-out, they'll see a light on Tolsford
Hill. Then they must gather as fast as possible at Saltwood, and come
on with anybody they may find there. Good night, Mr. Radford."
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