For a long time afterwards he loathed the fields between Eltham and Kidbrooke, and the Mid-Kent line, and Charing Cross Station. He felt as a man feels when the woman he loves goes from him to another man. His idea had gone from him to Drayton. And that, he said to himself, was just like his luck, just like the jolly sells that happened to him when he was a kid.
I revisit the baronet My information and its worth Am somewhat taken aback at my reception Well out of it Mark's escape Old Riddle's gratitude A night of adventure The run Night attack on Kidbrooke Farm The fire My curiosity overcomes my prudence The struggle on the beach The luck of the "Saucy Bess," and ill-luck of Mark I am again captured by the smugglers Buried in a chest My struggle for freedom, and its result A vault in the old mill My explorations in the vault.
As soon as I got clear of the village, and could see to a distance, I turned my eyes towards Kidbrooke Farm, which the smugglers had planned to attack in order to draw off the coastguard-men from the spot where the cargo was to be run. In a few minutes I observed a bright light burst forth from the surrounding darkness, and rapidly increase until it assumed the appearance of a huge bonfire.