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"Who are you, youngster?" shouted one of the men as they came near. "Master Cheveley, son of the Vicar of Sandgate," I answered. "Why, he looks more like the ghost of a miller," said one of the men. "How did you get up there?" inquired the first speaker a head boatman in charge of the party. "I got up out of a vault where the smugglers put me," I answered.
"Of course, my dear Mr Cheveley, of course," said the baronet, rising; "although it did not strike me as anything unreasonable. Yet I am aware how you are situated with a numerous family and a comparatively small income; and, believe me, I will not lose an opportunity of forwarding the views of the young gentleman.
However, my dear Mr Cheveley, I will communicate with him, and let you know what he replies. If he still insists on your son having 50 pounds a year, we must see what else can be done. Excuse me for a few minutes, here come some people on business." Several persons who had entered the hall, approached the table.
Good-bye, my dear Mr Cheveley, good-bye; with your aid I have no doubt smuggling will, in a short time, be a thing of the past;" and the squire walked with a dignified pace to his carriage and drove off, not regarding the frowning looks cast at him by some of his fellow-worshippers.
I was delighted with her appearance, and said I should like to have a similar craft. "Well, Master Cheveley, I'll cut one out for you as soon as I can get a piece of wood fit for the purpose," said the old sailor; "and when Mark and I have rigged her I'll warrant she'll sail faster than any other craft of her size which you can find far or near."
"I am very ready to forward your wishes, although it is not so easy a matter as it was a few years ago during the war time. I spoke to my friend Grummit, who has just commissioned the `Blaze-away, and he expressed his willingness to take you. I think I wrote to you, Mr Cheveley, on the subject." "That is the very matter on which I am anxious to consult you, Sir Reginald," said my father.
"These proceedings are abominable in the extreme, Mr Cheveley," observed the justice to my father. "We must, as I before remarked, put an effectual stop to them. You have a good deal of influence in your parish, and I must trust to you to find honest men who will try and obtain information, and give us due notice when a cargo is to be run."
"Yes, yes, I see you're Master Cheveley," cried Mark, "though I can't say I feel much happier to see you for your own sake, though I'm right glad for mine to have you with me," taking my hand and grasping it. "Oh, Master Cheveley, what did bring you aboard?" I briefly told him while I was discussing the food he brought me.
"He may be that, although I have reason to believe that he is, besides, as determined a smuggler as any on the coast, though he is too cunning to be caught," answered the baronet. "No, no, Master Cheveley; young Mark must be sent to prison unless he is allowed as a favour to go to sea instead." I was determined not to be defeated, notwithstanding what the baronet had said.
We, however, reached the park without any adventure. Sir Reginald kept us waiting longer than usual before we were admitted into his presence. "Well, Mr Cheveley, we have succeeded at last in giving a blow to the smugglers which will put a stop to their proceedings for some time to come at all events.
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