There was a good landing place, and an easy path up the cliff, and he knew that cargoes had been more than once run here.

Accordingly, when he reached this spot, he sat down among some bushes on the edge of the cliff, and waited for some sort of signal.

Half an hour later, he heard the tramp of a number of men, passing along behind him.
"There go the revenue men," he thought to himself.

"I suppose they are going to meet those coming the other way." An hour passed without further sound, and James began to get uneasy.

If this was the spot fixed for the landing, some of the country people ought to be arriving, by this time, to help to carry off the cargo.
They might, for aught he knew, be already near, waiting for the signal before they descended the path.