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  He went on at a more leisurely pace towards the village. On reaching the house he found his surmise to be correct, for the gate was on the latch, and the door unfastened, just as he had left them. Stockdale closed the door behind him, and waited silently in the passage. In about ten minutes he heard the same light footstep that he had heard in going out; it paused at the gate, which opened and shut softly, and then the door-latch was lifted, and Lizzy came in.

  Stockdale went forward and said at once, ‘Lizzy, don’t be frightened. I have been waiting up for you.’

  She started, though she had recognized the voice. ‘It is Mr Stockdale, isn’t it?’ she said.

  ‘Yes,’ he answered, becoming angry now that she was safe indoors, and not alarmed. ‘And a nice game I’ve found you out in tonight. You are in man’s clothes, and I am ashamed of you!’

  Lizzie could hardly find a voice to answer this unexpected reproach.

  ‘I am only partly in man’s clothes,’ she faltered, shrinking back to the wall. ‘It is only his greatcoat and hat and breeches that I’ve got on, which is no harm, as he was my own husband; and I do it only because a cloak blows about so, and you can’t use your arms. I have got my own dress under just the same – it is only tucked in! Will you go away upstairs and let me pass? I didn’t want you to see me at such a time as this!’

  ‘But I have a right to see you! How do you think there can be anything between us now?’ Lizzy was silent. ‘You are a smuggler,’ he continued sadly.

  ‘I have only a share in the run,’ she said.

  ‘That makes no difference. Whatever did you engage in such a trade as that for, and keep it such a secret from me all this time?’

  ‘I don’t do it always. I only do it in winter-time when ’tis new moon.’

  ‘Well, I suppose that’s because it can’t be done anywhen else…. You have regularly upset me, Lizzy.’

  ‘I am sorry for that,’ Lizzy meekly replied.

  ‘Well now,’ said he more tenderly, ‘no harm is done as yet. Won’t you for the sake of me give up this blamable and dangerous practice altogether?’

  ‘I must do my best to save this run,’ said she, getting rather husky in the throat. ‘I don’t want to give you up – you know that; but I don’t want to lose my venture. I don’t know what to do now! Why I have kept it so secret from you is that I was afraid you would be angry if you knew.’

  ‘I should think so! I suppose if I had married you without finding this out you’d have gone on with it just the same?’

  ‘I don’t know. I did not think so far ahead. I only went tonight to burn the folks off, because we found that the preventive-men knew where the tubs were to be landed.’

  ‘It is a pretty mess to be in altogether, is this,’ said the distracted young minister. ‘Well, what will you do now?’

  Lizzy slowly murmured the particulars of their plan, the chief of which were that they meant to try their luck at some other point of the shore the next night; that three landing-places were always agreed upon before the run was attempted, with the understanding that, if the vessel was ‘burnt off’ from the first point, which was Ringsworth, as it had been by her tonight, the crew should attempt to make the second, which was Lulwind Cove, on the second night; and if there, too, danger threatened, they should on the third night try the third place, which was behind a headland further west.

  ‘Suppose the officers hinder them landing there too?’ he said, his attention to this interesting programme displacing for a moment his concern at her share in it.

  ‘Then we shan’t try anywhere else all this dark – that’s what we call the time between moon and moon – and perhaps they’ll string the tubs to a stray-line, and sink ’em a little-ways from shore, and take the bearings; and then when they have a chance they’ll go to creep for ’em.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘O, they’ll go out in a boat and drag a creeper – that’s a grapnel – along the bottom till it catch hold of the stray-line.’

  The minister stood thinking; and there was no sound within doors but the tick of the clock on the stairs, and the quick breathing of Lizzy, partly from her walk and partly from agitation, as she stood close to the wall, not in such complete darkness but that he could discern against its whitewashed surface the greatcoat, breeches, and broad hat which covered her.

  ‘Lizzy, all this is very wrong,’ he said. ‘Don’t you remember the lesson of the tribute-money? “Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.” Surely you have heard that read times enough in your growing up?’

  ‘He’s dead,’ she pouted.

  ‘But the spirit of the text is in force just the same.’

  ‘My father did it, and so did my grandfather, and almost everybody in Nether-Moynton lives by it, and life would be so dull if it wasn’t for that, that I should not care to live at all.’

  ‘I am nothing to live for, of course,’ he replied bitterly. ‘You would not think it worth while to give up this wild business and live for me alone?’

  ‘I have never looked at it like that.’

  ‘And you won’t promise and wait till I am ready?’

  ‘I cannot give you my word tonight.’ And, looking thoughtfully down, she gradually moved and moved away, going into the adjoining room, and closing the door between them. She remained there in the dark till he was tired of waiting, and had gone up to his own chamber.

  Poor Stockdale was dreadfully depressed all the next day by the discoveries of the night before. Lizzy was unmistakably a fascinating young woman, but as a minister’s wife she was hardly to be contemplated. ‘If I had only stuck to father’s little grocery business, instead of going in for the ministry, she would have suited me beautifully!’ he said sadly, until he remembered that in that case he would never have come from his distant home to Nether-Moynton, and never have known her.

  The estrangement between them was not complete, but it was sufficient to keep them out of each other’s company. Once during the day he met her in the garden-path, and said, turning a reproachful eye upon her, ‘Do you promise, Lizzy?’ But she did not reply. The evening drew on, and he knew well enough that Lizzy would repeat her excursion at night – her half offended manner had shown that she had not the slightest intention of altering her plans at present. He did not wish to repeat his own share of the adventure; but, act as he would, his uneasiness on her account increased with the decline of day. Supposing that an accident should befall her, he would never forgive himself for not being there to help, much as he disliked the idea of seeming to countenance such unlawful escapades.

  5. How they went to Lulwind Cove

  As he expected, she left the house at the same hour at night, this time passing his door without stealth, as if she knew very well that he would be watching, and were resolved to brave his displeasure. He was quite ready, opened the door quickly, and reached the back door almost as soon as she.

  ‘Then you will go, Lizzy?’ he said as he stood on the step beside her, who now again appeared as a little man with a face altogether unsuited to his clothes.

  ‘I must,’ she said, repressed by his stern manner.

  ‘Then I shall go too,’ said he.

  ‘And I’m sure you will enjoy it!’ she exclaimed in more buoyant tones. ‘Everybody does who tries it.’

  ‘God forbid that I should!’ he said. ‘But I must look after you.’

  They opened the wicket and went up the road abreast of each other, but at some distance apart, scarcely a word passing between them. The evening was rather less favourable to smuggling enterprise than the last had been, the wind being lower, and the sky somewhat clear towards the north.

  ‘It is rather lighter,’ said Stockdale.

  ‘’Tis, unfortunately,’ said she. ‘But it is only from those few stars over there. The moon was new today at four o’clock, and I expected clouds. I hope we shall be able to do it this dark, for when we have to
sink ’em for long it makes the stuff taste bleachy, and folks don’t like it so well.’

  Her course was different from that of the preceding night, branching off to the left over Lord’s Barrow as soon as they had got out of the lane and crossed the highway. By the time they reached Shaldon Down, Stockdale, who had been in perplexed thought as to what he should say to her, decided that he would not attempt expostulation now, while she was excited by the adventure, but wait till it was over, and endeavour to keep her from such practices in future. It occurred to him once or twice, as they rambled on that should they be surprised by the Preventive-guard, his situation would be more awkward than hers, for it would be difficult to prove his true motive in coming to the spot; but the risk was a slight consideration beside his wish to be with her.

  They now arrived at a ravine which lay on the outskirts of Shaldon, a village two miles on their way towards the point of the shore they sought. Lizzy broke the silence this time: ‘I have to wait here to meet the carriers. I don’t know if they have come yet. As I told you, we go to Lulwind Cove tonight, and it is two miles further than Ringsworth.’

  It turned out that the men had already come; for while she spoke two or three dozen heads broke the line of the slope, and a company of them at once descended from the bushes where they had been lying in wait. These carriers were men whom Lizzy and other proprietors regularly employed to bring the tubs from the boat to a hiding-place inland. They were all young fellows of Nether-Moynton, Shaldon, and the neighbourhood, quiet and inoffensive persons, even though some held heavy sticks, who simply engaged to carry cargo for Lizzy and her cousin Owlett, as they would have engaged in any other labour for which they were fairly well paid.

  At a word from her they closed in together. ‘You had better take it now,’ she said to them; and handed to each a packet. It contained six shillings, their remuneration for the night’s undertaking, which was paid beforehand without reference to success or failure; but, besides this, they had the privilege of selling as agents when the run was successfully made. As soon as it was done, she said to them, ‘The place is the old one, Dagger’s Grave, near Lulwind Cove’; the men till that moment not having been told whither they were bound, for obvious reasons. ‘Mr Owlett will meet you there,’ added Lizzy. ‘I shall follow behind, to see that we are not watched.’

  The carriers went on, and Stockdale and Mrs Newberry followed at a distance of a stone’s throw. ‘What do these men do by day?’ he said.

  ‘Twelve or fourteen of them are labouring men. Some are brickmakers, some carpenters, some shoemakers, some thatchers. They are all known to me very well. Nine of ’em are of your own congregation.’

  ‘I can’t help that,’ said Stockdale.

  ‘O, I know you can’t. I only told you. The others are more church-inclined, because they supply the pa’son with all the spirits he requires, and they don’t wish to show unfriendliness to a customer.’

  ‘How do you choose ’em?’ said Stockdale.

  ‘We choose ’em for their closeness, and because they are strong and surefooted, and able to carry a heavy load a long way without being tired.’

  Stockdale sighed as she enumerated each particular, for it proved how far involved in the business a woman must be who was so well acquainted with its conditions and needs. And yet he felt more tenderly towards her at this moment than he had felt all the foregoing day. Perhaps it was that her experienced manner and bold indifference stirred his admiration in spite of himself.

  ‘Take my arm, Lizzy,’ he murmured.

  ‘I don’t want it,’ she said. ‘Besides, we may never be to each other again what we once have been.’

  ‘That depends upon you,’ said he, and they went on again as before.

  The hired carriers paced along over Shaldon Down with as little hesitation as if it had been day, avoiding the cart-way, and leaving the village of East Shaldon on the left, so as to reach the crest of the hill at a lonely trackless place not far from the ancient earthwork called Round Pound. A quarter-hour more of brisk walking brought them within sound of the sea, to the place called Dagger’s Grave, not many hundred yards from Lulwind Cove. Here they paused, and Lizzy and Stockdale came up with them, when they went on together to the verge of the cliff. One of the men now produced an iron bar, which he drove firmly into the soil a yard from the edge, and attached to it a rope that he had uncoiled from his body. They all began to descend, partly stepping, partly sliding down the incline, as the rope slipped through their hands.

  ‘You will not go to the bottom, Lizzy?’ said Stockdale anxiously.

  ‘No. I stay here to watch,’ she said. ‘Mr Owlett is down there.’

  The men remained quite silent when they reached the shore; and the next thing audible to the two at the top was the dip of heavy oars, and the dashing of waves against a boat’s bow. In a moment the keel gently touched the shingle, and Stockdale heard the footsteps of the thirty-six carriers running forwards over the pebbles towards the point of landing.

  There was a sousing in the water as of a brood of ducks plunging in, showing that the men had not been particular about keeping their legs, or even their waists, dry from the brine: but it was impossible to see what they were doing, and in a few minutes the shingle was trampled again. The iron bar sustaining the rope, on which Stockdale’s hand rested, began to swerve a little, and the carriers one by one appeared climbing up the sloping cliff, dripping audibly as they came, and sustaining themselves by the guide-rope. Each man on reaching the top was seen to be carrying a pair of tubs, one on his back and one on his chest, the two being slung together by cords passing round the chine hoops, and resting on the carrier’s shoulders. Some of the stronger men carried three by putting an extra one on the top behind, but the customary load was a pair, these being quite weighty enough to give their bearer the sensation of having chest and backbone in contact after a walk of four or five miles.

  ‘Where is Mr Owlett?’ said Lizzy to one of them.

  ‘He will not come up this way,’ said the carrier. ‘He’s to bide on shore till we be safe off.’ Then, without waiting for the rest, the foremost men plunged across the down; and, when the last had ascended, Lizzy pulled up the rope, wound it round her arm, wriggled the bar from the sod, and turned to follow the carriers.

  ‘You are very anxious about Owlett’s safety,’ said the minister.

  ‘Was there ever such a man!’ said Lizzy. ‘Why, isn’t he my cousin?’

  ‘Yes. Well, it is a bad night’s work,’ said Stockdale heavily. ‘But I’ll carry the bar and rope for you.’

  ‘Thank God, the tubs have got so far all right,’ said she.

  Stockdale shook his head, and, taking the bar, walked by her side towards the downs; and the moan of the sea was heard no more.

  ‘Is this what you meant the other day when you spoke of having business with Owlett?’ the young man asked.

  ‘This is it,’ she replied. ‘I never see him on any other matter.’

  ‘A partnership of that kind with a young man is very odd.’

  ‘It was begun by my father and his, who were brother-laws.’

  Her companion could not blind himself to the fact that where tastes and pursuits were so akin as Lizzy’s and Owlett’s, and where risks were shared, as with them, in every undertaking, there would be a peculiar appropriateness in her answering Owlett’s standing question on matrimony in the affirmative. This did not soothe Stockdale, its tendency being rather to stimulate in him an effort to make the pair as inappropriate as possible, and win her away from this nocturnal crew to correctness of conduct and a minister’s parlour in some far-removed inland county.

  They had been walking near enough to the file of carriers for Stockdale to perceive that, when they got into the road to the village, they split up into two companies of unequal size, each of which made off in a direction of its own. One company, the smaller of the two, went towards the church, and by the time
that Lizzy and Stockdale reached their own house these men had scaled the churchyard wall, and were proceeding noiselessly over the grass within.

  ‘I see that Mr Owlett has arranged for one batch to be put in the church again,’ observed Lizzy. ‘Do you remember my taking you there the first night you came?’

  ‘Yes, of course,’ said Stockdale. ‘No wonder you had permission to broach the tubs – they were his, I suppose?’

  ‘No, they were not – they were mine; I had permission from myself. The day after that they went several miles inland in a waggon-load of manure, and sold very well.’

  At this moment the group of men who had made off to the left some time before began leaping one by one from the hedge opposite Lizzy’s house, and the first man, who had no tubs upon his shoulders, came forward.

  ‘Mrs Newberry, isn’t it?’ he said hastily.

  ‘Yes, Jim,’ said she. ‘What’s the matter?’

  ‘I find that we can’t put any in Badger’s Clump tonight, Lizzy,’ said Owlett. ‘The place is watched. We must sling the apple-tree in the orchet if there’s time. We can’t put any more under the church lumber than I have sent on there, and my mixen hev already more in en than is safe.’

  ‘Very well,’ she said. ‘Be quick about it – that’s all. What can I do?’

  ‘Nothing at all, please. Ah, it is the minister! – you two that can’t do anything had better get indoors and not be zeed.’

  While Owlett thus conversed, in a tone so full of contraband anxiety and so free from lover’s jealousy, the men who followed him had been descending one by one from the hedge; and it unfortunately happened that when the hindmost took his leap, the cord slipped which sustained his tubs: the result was that both the kegs fell into the road, one of them being stove in by the blow.