CHAPTER NINETEEN.
HAVING IT OUT WITH THE ENEMY.
The two boys were very quiet the next morning, on meeting, and their tutor rubbed his hands with satisfaction twice in the course of their lesson.
"Now, that is what I like," he said; "and how much happier you must feel when you have given your minds thoroughly to the work we have in hand!" That was the only time during the study hours that anything approaching a smile appeared on Vince's face; but he did cock his eye in a peculiar way at Mike, only to receive a frown in return.
At last the lessons were over, and the boys went out into the garden, strolled into the small shrubbery and patch of woodland which helped to shelter the house from the western gales, and then, marvellous to relate, instead of running off to get rid of some of their pent-up vitality, they sat down upon a prostrate tree-trunk, which had been left for the purpose, and Vince began to rub his shins, bending up and down in a peculiar seesaw fashion.
"I am stiff and tired this morning as can be," he said.
"Oh! I'm worse," said Mike.

"I feel just as if I were going to be ill.
Haven't caught horrible colds through kneeling in the water so long, have we ?" "Oh no; it's only being tired out from what we did.

I say, feel disposed to have another try to find the way in ?" "No," said Mike shortly: "I wouldn't go through what we did yesterday for all the smugglers' caves in the world." "Well, I don't think I would!" said Vince thoughtfully.

"I'm sure I wouldn't.

I don't want all the smugglers' caves in the world.