Wessex Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Wessex Tales.

Wessex Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Wessex Tales.

It happened that Hardman was at that moment a little further up the lane, smoking his pipe behind a holly-bush.  When Latimer had done speaking he went on in this direction, and Hardman, hearing the exciseman’s steps, found curiosity too strong for prudence.  He peeped out from the bush at the very moment that Latimer’s glance was on it.  There was nothing left for him to do but to come forward with unconcern.

‘I’ve been looking for you for the last hour!’ said Latimer with a glare in his eye.

‘Sorry to hear that,’ said Hardman.  ’I’ve been out for a stroll, to look for more hid tubs, to deliver ’em up to Gover’ment.’

‘O yes, Hardman, we know it,’ said Latimer, with withering sarcasm.  ’We know that you’ll deliver ’em up to Gover’ment.  We know that all the parish is helping us, and have been all day!  Now you please walk along with me down to your shop, and kindly let me hire ye in the king’s name.’

They went down the lane together; and presently there resounded from the smithy the ring of a hammer not very briskly swung.  However, the carts and horses were got into some sort of travelling condition, but it was not until after the clock had struck six, when the muddy roads were glistening under the horizontal light of the fading day.  The smuggled tubs were soon packed into the vehicles, and Latimer, with three of his assistants, drove slowly out of the village in the direction of the port of Budmouth, some considerable number of miles distant, the other excisemen being left to watch for the remainder of the cargo, which they knew to have been sunk somewhere between Ringsworth and Lulstead Cove, and to unearth Owlett, the only person clearly implicated by the discovery of the cave.

Women and children stood at the doors as the carts, each chalked with the Government pitchfork, passed in the increasing twilight; and as they stood they looked at the confiscated property with a melancholy expression that told only too plainly the relation which they bore to the trade.

‘Well, Lizzy,’ said Stockdale, when the crackle of the wheels had nearly died away.  ’This is a fit finish to your adventure.  I am truly thankful that you have got off without suspicion, and the loss only of the liquor.  Will you sit down and let me talk to you?’

‘By and by,’ she said.  ‘But I must go out now.’

‘Not to that horrid shore again?’ he said blankly.

‘No, not there.  I am only going to see the end of this day’s business.’

He did not answer to this, and she moved towards the door slowly, as if waiting for him to say something more.

‘You don’t offer to come with me,’ she added at last.  ’I suppose that’s because you hate me after all this?’

’Can you say it, Lizzy, when you know I only want to save you from such practices?  Come with you of course I will, if it is only to take care of you.  But why will you go out again?’

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