<h2><SPAN name="div2_06" href="#div2Ref_06">CHAPTER VI.</SPAN></h2>
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<p>Towards half-past ten o'clock at night, the Inn at Hythe was somewhat
quieter than it had been on the evening before. This was not a punch
club night; there was no public dinner going forward; a great many
accustomed guests were absent, and the house was left nearly vacant of
all visitors, except the young commandant of the dragoons, his two or
three servants, and three stout-looking old soldiers, who had come in
about ten, and taken possession of the tap-room, in their full
uniform, scaring away, as it would seem, a sharp-looking man, who had
been previously drinking there in solitude, only cheered by the
occasional visits and brief conversation of the landlord. The officer
himself was up stairs in his room, with a soldier at his door, as
usual, and was supposed by all the household to be busy writing; but,
in the meanwhile, there was a good deal of bustle in the stables; and
about a quarter before eleven, the ostler came in, and informed the
landlord, that they were saddling three of the colonel's horses, and
his two grooms' horses.</p>
<p>"Saddling three!" cried the host; "why, he can't ride three horses at
once, anyhow; and where can he be going to ride to-night? I must run
and see if I can pump it out of the fellows;" and away he walked
to the stables, where he found the men--two grooms, and two
helpers--busily engaged in the occupation which the ostler had stated.</p>
<p>"Ah," said the landlord, "so there is something going on to-night?"</p>
<p>"Not that I know of," answered the head groom. "Tie down that holster,
Bill. The thongs are loose--don't you see?"</p>
<p>"Oh, but there must be something in the wind," rejoined the landlord,
"the colonel wouldn't ride out so late else."</p>
<p>"Lord bless you!" replied the man, "little you know of his ways. Why,
sometimes he'll have us all up at two or three in the morning, just to
visit a post of perhaps twenty men. He's a smart officer, I can tell
you; and no one must be caught napping in his regiment, that's
certain."</p>
<p>"But you have saddled three horses for him!" said the landlord,
returning to his axiom; "and he can't ride three at once, any how."</p>
<p>"Ay, but who can tell which he may like to ride?" rejoined the groom,
"we shan't know anything about that, till he comes into the stable,
most likely."</p>
<p>"And where is he going to, to-night?" asked the landlord.</p>
<p>"We can't tell that he's going anywhere," answered the man; "but if he
does, I should suppose it would be to Folkestone. The major is away on
leave, you know; and it is just as likely as not, that he'll go over
to see that all's right there."</p>
<p>The worthy host was not altogether satisfied with the information he
received; but as he clearly saw that he should get no more, he
retired, and went into the tap, to try the dragoons, without being
more successful in that quarter than he had been in the stables.</p>
<p>In the meantime, his guest up stairs had finished his letters--had
dressed himself in uniform--armed himself, and laid three brace of
pistols, charged, upon the table, for the holsters of his saddles; and
then taking a large map of the county, he leaned over it, tracing the
different roads, which at that time intersected the Weald of Kent. Two
or three times he took out his watch; and as the hour of eleven drew
near, he began to feel considerable alarm for the fate of poor Mowle.</p>
<p>"If they discover him, they will murder him, to a certainty," he
thought; "and I believe a more honest fellow does not live.--It was a
rash and foolish undertaking. The measures I have adopted could not
fail.--Hark! there is the clock striking. We must lose no more time.
We may save him yet, or at all events, avenge him." He then called the
soldier from the door, and sent off a messenger to the house of the
second officer of Customs, named Birchett, who came up in a few
minutes.</p>
<p>"Mr. Birchett," said the colonel, "I fear our friend Mowle has got
himself into a scrape;" and he proceeded to detail as many of the
circumstances as were necessary to enable the other to comprehend the
situation of affairs; and ended by asking, "Are you prepared to act in
Mr. Mowle's absence?"</p>
<p>"Oh, yes, sir," answered Birchett. "Mowle did not tell me the
business; but he said, I must have my horse saddled. He was always a
close fellow, and kept all the intelligence to himself."</p>
<p>"In this case it was absolutely necessary," replied the colonel; "but
without any long explanations, I think you had better ride down
towards Dymchurch at once, with all the men you can trust, keeping as
sharp a look-out as you can on the coast, and sending me information
the moment you receive intelligence that the run has been effected. Do
not attempt to attack the smugglers without sufficient force; but
despatch two men by different roads, to intimate the fact to me at
Aldington Knowle, where I shall be found throughout the night."</p>
<p>"Ay, sir," answered the officer, "but suppose the fellows take along
by Burmarsh, and so up to Hardy Pool. They will pass you, and be off
into the country before anything can be done."</p>
<p>"They will be stopped at Burmarsh," replied the colonel; "orders have
been given to barricade the road at nightfall, and to defend the
hamlet against any one coming from the sea. I shall establish another
post at Lympne as I go. Leave all that to me."</p>
<p>"But you must have a requisition, sir, or I suppose you are not
authorized to act," said the officer. "I will get one for you in a
minute."</p>
<p>"I have one," answered the Colonel, laying hand on the papers before
him; "but even were it not so, I should act on my own responsibility.
This is no ordinary case, Mr. Birchett. All you have to do is to ride
off towards Dymchurch as fast as you can, to give me notice that the
smugglers have landed their goods as soon as you find that such is the
case, and to add any information that you can gain respecting the
course they have taken. Remember, not to attack them unless you find
that you have sufficient force, but follow and keep them in sight as
far as you can."</p>
<p>"It's such a devilish foggy night, sir," said Birchett.</p>
<p>"It will be clearer inland," replied the young officer; "and we shall
catch them at day break. We can only fail from want of good
information; so see that I have the most speedy intelligence. But
stay--lest anything should go wrong, or be misunderstood with regard
to the beacons, you may as well, if you have men to spare, send off as
you pass, after the run has been effected, to the different posts at
Brenzet, at Snave, at Ham Street, with merely these words, 'The goods
are landed. The smugglers are at such a place.' The parties will act
upon the orders they have already received. Now away, and lose no
time!"</p>
<p>The riding officer hurried off, and the colonel of the regiment
descended to the court-yard. In three minutes more the sound of a
trumpet was heard in the streets of Hythe, and in less than ten, a
party of about thirty dragoons were marching out of the town towards
Lympne. A halt for about five minutes was made at the latter place,
and the small party of soldiers was diminished to about half its
number. Information, too, was there received, from one of the
cottagers, of a large body of men (magnified in his account into three
or four hundred) having gone down into the marshes about half an hour
before; but the commanding officer made no observation in reply, and
having given the orders he thought necessary, rode on towards
Aldington. The fog was thick in all the low ground, but cleared away a
good deal upon the more elevated spots; and as they were rising one of
the hills, the Serjeant who was with the party exclaimed, "There is
something very red up there, sir! It looks as if there were a beacon
lighted up, if we could see it for the fog."</p>
<p>The young officer halted for a moment, looked round, and then rode on
till he reached the summit of the hill, whence a great light, clearly
proceeding from a beacon, was discovered to the north-east.</p>
<p>"That must be near Postling," he said. "We have no party there. It
must be some signal of their own." And as he rode on, he thought, "It
is not impossible that poor Mowle's rashness may have put these men on
their guard, and thus thwarted the whole scheme. That is clearly some
warning to their boats."</p>
<p>But ere a quarter of an hour more had passed, he saw the probability
of still more disastrous effects, resulting from the lighting of the
beacon on Tolsford Hill; for another flame shot up, casting a red
glare through the haze from the side of Burmarsh, and then another and
another, till the dim air seemed all tinged with flame.</p>
<p>"An unlucky error," he said to himself. "Serjeant Jackson should have
known that we have no party in that quarter; and the beacons were only
to be lighted, from the first towards Hythe. It is very strange how
the clearest orders are sometimes misunderstood."</p>
<p>He rode on, however, at a quick pace, till he reached Aldington
Knowle, and had found the highest ground in the neighbourhood, whence,
after pausing for a minute or two to examine the country, as marked
out by the various fires, he dispatched three of the dragoons in
different directions, with orders to the parties in the villages round
to disregard the lights they saw, and not to act upon the orders
previously given, till they received intimation that the smugglers
were on the march.</p>
<p>It was now about midnight, and during nearly two hours the young
officer remained stationed upon the hill without any one approaching,
or any sound breaking the stillness of the night but the stamping of
the horses of his little force and the occasional clang of the
soldiers' arms. At the end of that period, the tramp of horse coming
along the road at a quick pace from the side of Hythe, was heard by
the party on the more elevated ground at a little distance from the
highway. There was a tightening of the bridle and a movement of the
heel amongst the men, to bring their chargers into more regular line;
but not a word was said, and the colonel remained in front, with his
arms crossed upon his chest and his rein thrown down, while what
appeared from the sound to be a considerable body of cavalry, passed
before him. He could not see them, it is true, from the darkness of
the night; but his ear recognised in a moment the jingling of the
dragoons' arms, and he concluded rightly, that the party consisted of
the company which he had ordered from Folkestone down to Bilsington.
As soon as they had gone on, he detached a man to the next cross road
on the same side, with orders, if he perceived any body of men coming
across from the side of the Marsh, to ride forward at once to the
officer in command at Bilsington, and direct him to move to the north,
keeping the Priory wood on the right, till he reached the cross-roads
at the corner, and wait there for further orders. The beacons had by
this time burnt out; and all remained dark and still for about half an
hour more, when the quick galloping of a horse was heard coming from
the side of the Marsh. A pause took place as soon as the animal
reached the high road, as if the rider had halted to look for some one
he had expected; and--dashing down instantly through the gate of the
field, which had been opened by the dragoons to gain the highest point
of ground--the young officer exclaimed, "Who goes there?"</p>
<p>"Ah, colonel, is that you?" cried the voice of Birchett. "They are
coming up as fast as they can come, and will pass either by Bilsington
or Bonnington. There's a precious lot of them--I never saw such a
number gathered before. Mowle's gone, poor fellow, to a certainty; for
we've seen nothing of him down there."</p>
<p>"Nor I either," answered the young officer, with a sigh. "I hope you
have left men to watch them, Mr. Birchett."</p>
<p>"Oh yes, sir," replied the officer. "I thought it better to come up
myself, than trust to any other. But I left Clinch and the rest there,
and sent off, as you told me, to all your posts."</p>
<p>"You are sure they will come by Bilsington or Bonnington, and not
strike off by Kitsbridge, towards Ham Street or Warehorn?" demanded
the young officer.</p>
<p>"If they do, they'll have to turn all the way back," answered
Birchett; "for I saw them to the crossing of the roads, and then came
across by Sherlock's Bridges and the horse-road to Hurst."</p>
<p>"And are you quite sure," continued the colonel, "that your messengers
will reach the parties at Brenzet or Snave?"</p>
<p>"Quite, sir," answered the Custom-House officer; "for I did not send
them off till the blackguards had passed, and the country behind was
clear."</p>
<p>"That was judicious; and we have them," rejoined the young officer. "I
trust they may take by Bonnington; but it will be necessary to
ascertain the fact. You shall go down, Mr. Birchett, yourself, with
some of the troopers, and reconnoitre. Go as cautiously as possible;
and if you see or hear them passing, fall back quietly. If they do not
appear in reasonable time, send me intelligence. You can calculate the
distances better than I can."</p>
<p>"I believe they will go by Bonnington," said the Customs officer; "for
it's much shorter, and I think they must know of your party at
Bilsington; though, to be sure, they could easily force that, for it
is but a sergeant's guard."</p>
<p>"You are mistaken," answered the colonel.</p>
<p>"Captain Irby is there with his troop; and, together with the parties
moving up, on a line with the smugglers from the Marsh, he will have a
hundred and fifty men, either in Bilsington, or three miles in his
rear. Nevertheless, we must give him help, in case they take that
road; so you had better ride down at once, Mr. Birchett."</p>
<p>And, ordering three of the privates to accompany the Custom-House
officer, with renewed injunctions to caution and silence, he resumed
his position on the hill, and waited in expectation of the result.</p>
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