house as one of those which had lent the use of its portal to the smugglers.
A few half frightened, half mocking children stood about in the road; but at the windows not a single face was to be seen.
Tregenna, who was at the head of the pursuing force, saw, to his chagrin, that it was now impossible for him to hope to come up with the smugglers. Lightened of their burdens, and already well ahead of their pursuers, they flew like the wind up the steep street towards the old church, without so much as looking behind them to give the cutter's men a chance of seeing and remembering their faces.
At this point in the route, however, they all somewhat abruptly disappeared, with the exception of the one who had given the signal.
From his limping gait, Tregenna had long since recognized him as "Gardener Tom," and he felt at the first moment rather sorry that this man, the only one of the "free-traders" for whom he felt the slightest kindness, should be the only one to fall into his hands.
It was not until he had reached the queer little irregular group of nestling houses clustering round the church, that Tom suddenly
