James dashed down the path, shouting at the top of his voice.

He had not gone many yards before he met a number of men, coming up with tubs of spirits on their shoulders.
"Throw them down," he cried, "and make along the shore.

The revenue men are close behind." His advice was taken at once.

The tubs were thrown down, and went leaping and bounding down to the shore, while the men followed James, at full speed, down the path.
Their pursuers were close behind.

There was no longer any use in concealment.