They pa.s.sed Armstrong"s hiding-place near enough for him to recognise them. The first of them was Rush; the second--even in the dusk Armstrong knew again that broad, flat face. It was the face he had seen in the thicket--the face of the mysterious a.s.sailant Pratt had described.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THEY LIFTED THE BUNDLES OF GEAR AND CARRIED THEM INTO THE HUT."]
After disposing of their gear in the hut, they returned to the boat.
The stranger, a big man, came up again alone, bent under a bulky package, to which a string of petrol tins was attached. "Smugglers, by jiminy!" thought Armstrong. The package appeared to be encased in tarpaulin. The man halted at the door of the hut, let down his load, detached the cans, and waited. In a few seconds Rush joined him, helped him to hoist the package to his back, and bade him a gruff "Good-night."
The man marched heavily up the beach to the east, towards a narrow rift in the cliff. Rush took the cans into the hut, shut and locked the door, and, with his hands in his pockets, moved slowly down towards his boat.
Fearing that as he rowed back he might discover the dinghy in the cove, Armstrong hurried quietly away, shoved off, and had turned into the river when he heard the splash of Rush"s oars. Pulling quickly but steadily, he was out of sight by the time Rush reached the mouth, and when he arrived at the camping-place guessed that he and Warrender could cross to the western sh.o.r.e of the island before Rush rowed past.
Such was the story Armstrong quietly told his companions as they sat on their chairs before the tent.
"Smugglers!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Pratt, lowering his voice as if instinctively.
"I thought the smuggling days were over long ago. D"you think Rush does a roaring trade in Dutch tobacco, and finds the foreign gang at the house good customers? Tobacco weighs light for its bulk. How big was the bundle, Jack?"
"Two or three feet square, I think," replied Armstrong. "But tobacco is light, as you say. I fancy this was something else, for Rush had to help the other fellow lift it."
"And he took it eastward up the cliff?"
"Yes, in the direction that would lead to your uncle"s house, unless I"m out in my bearings."
"Well, I"m hanged! Won"t my old uncle rave when he hears what his pet foreign domestics are up to in his absence! He"s a terrible stickler for law and order, not the kind of man to wink at smuggling, as the county folk used to do in days of yore. That explains the light I saw."
"What light?" asked the others.
"I wended my way to the ruins to hear the spooks groan. They groan jolly well--a mellow note, mostly on B flat, I fancy, though it sometimes shrieks up a chromatic scale to what you may call vanishing point. Of course, it"s caused by the wind, but what surprises me is how the wind can fetch such a musical tone out of a chimney-pot. It must be a tube of some sort, and what else could it be but a chimney-pot? I tried to find it, but that required an acrobatic feat too difficult for a man of my avoirdupois."
"But the light?" asked Warrender.
"Oh yes, I was forgetting! I was looking over towards my uncle"s place when I saw a reddish sort of glow, just about the level of the tree-tops. It came and went, and presently it dawned upon my usually alert intelligence that it stood a good deal upon the order of its comings and goings; in fact, that it was a signal. It must have been just about the time that tramp steamer came in sight."
"But why on earth should anybody at the house, even if they are customers of Rush"s, signal to the smuggling steamer?" asked Armstrong.
"There aren"t any revenue officers about here, and if there were any about the coast the people at the house wouldn"t know anything about them."
"My dear chap, there are wheels within wheels," said Pratt, oracularly.
"You have two contemporaneous phenomena--jolly good phrase, that!--the signal light, and the accosting of a tramp steamer by a poacher and a burglar. That"s circ.u.mstantial evidence good enough for me."
"Well, drop theories, and come to practice," said Warrender. "Whatever the game is, we"re going to find it out. It"s time for us to take the offensive. These fellows have stalked us; it"s now for us to stalk them. I vote we leave the island, and accept old Crawshay"s offer. The enemy will chortle at having succeeded in driving us away, and will very likely be off his guard. Then we"ll chip in."
"Just so; we"ll _reculer pour mieux sauter_--you recognise the phrase, as your Gradoff would say? Your suggestion smiles to me, Phil. We carry it unanimously, and we"ll strike camp the morn"s morn. I say, listen!"
The wind had increased in force, and there came from the direction of the ruins the musical moan which Warrender, alone of the three, had not yet heard.
""The horns of Elfland faintly blowing,"" quoted Pratt. "Really, it seems a pity, after all, to leave a spot which one can imagine the haunt of fairies, the seat of an enchanted palace, the----"
"Don"t start the sentimental strain!" Armstrong interposed. "Suppose your horns of Elfland are a signal, too?"
"Jehoshaphat! What a synthetic mind you have, old bird! I shouldn"t be surprised if---- But no! it won"t wash. A signal that depended on the wind wouldn"t be any good. Leave me some of my illusions, Jack. Let me revel in my romantic imaginings. Call it Roland"s horn, appealing vainly for succour when the paladin was fighting fearful odds in the pa.s.s of Roncesvaux."
"I think you"d better turn in, old man," said Warrender. "It"s your last watch to-night. We none of us got much sleep last night, and that crack on the head----"
"I"m cracked. All right--wake me at two-twenty."
He withdrew into the tent. His companions, tired though they were, resolved to keep each other company, and patrol the neighbourhood of the camp till it was time to awaken Pratt. Hour after hour pa.s.sed. Nothing disturbed them. The wind increased to the force of half a gale, and the sound from the ruins persisted with scarcely a variation of pitch. When two-twenty came they agreed to let Pratt sleep on, and kept vigil until the eastern sky was streaked with dawn.
"D"you hear the sound?" asked Warrender, suddenly.
"No; it"s stopped. But the wind is higher than ever," Armstrong replied.
"That"s queer. The wind is in the same direction, too. Darkness and light oughtn"t to make any difference."
"Perhaps it has blown the old chimney-pot clean off the roof. I"ll go down and have a look presently. I"m dog-tired. We might take a couple of hours" sleep now, don"t you think?"
CHAPTER XIII
FIRE!
About eleven o"clock next morning Warrender and Pratt landed from the motor-boat at the ferry, and, inquiring of the ferryman the way to Mr.
Crawshay"s house, struck up the hilly road that ran westward from the right bank of the river. Mr. Crawshay, it was true, had invited them to make straight for the house across the fields; but they had decided that it would be more becoming, on this first visit, to observe the customary forms.
The house stood amid well-kept grounds, about as far west of the river as Mr. Pratt"s was in the opposite direction.
The apple-cheeked maid-servant who answered their ring announced that her master was out, and would not return till the afternoon.
Disappointed, they were leaving when Lilian Crawshay, who had recognised Warrender"s voice as she descended the stairs, called to them.
"You wanted to see my father, Mr. Warrender?" she asked, as they turned back.
"Yes; I"m sorry he"s out, but we"ll call again this afternoon."
"What a pity, when you have so far to go! Can"t I give him a message?
Won"t you come in and see Mother?"
"It"s very good of you, but we have some shopping to do in the village, or Armstrong will get no lunch. It will be no trouble to come again. We get up and down very quickly in the motor-boat."
"Well, then come up in time for tea. Father will be home then; he has only gone on some stupid business of quarter-sessions. And bring Mr.
Armstrong with you. Mother was greatly interested in the "Three Musketeers.""
"Thank you very much."
"Good-bye, then, for the present. Tea is at half-past four."
"Why didn"t you tell her we can"t all come?" said Pratt, as they walked away.
"Because it"s clear that the old man hasn"t said anything about our affairs, and I couldn"t antic.i.p.ate him with explanations. We"ll toss for the odd man."
On returning to the ferry Pratt went on to the village to make some necessary purchases, leaving Warrender to forestall gossip by informing Rogers of their change of plan. Warrender rapped on the door.