Dinmont in his turn had recourse to the window--'Lordsake, Captain! come here.

Od, they hae broken the custom-house!' Bertram hastened to the window, and plainly saw a miscellaneous crowd of smugglers, and blackguards of different descriptions, some carrying lighted torches, others bearing packages and barrels down the lane to the boat that was lying at the quay, to which two or three other fisher-boats were now brought round.

They were loading each of these in their turn, and one or two had already put off to seaward.

'This speaks for itself,' said Bertram; 'but I fear something worse has happened.

Do you perceive a strong smell of smoke, or is it my fancy ?' 'Fancy ?' answered Dinmont, 'there's a reek like a killogie.