Knock any man down who resists.

Five minutes after you leave the side here ought to make the smuggler ours.

Hush! Keep your cheering till you've taken the boat." A low murmur ran round the side of the cutter, and every eye was strained as the little officer whispered,-- "A crown for the first man who sights her." After a while, the lieutenant mentally said,-- "I wish Mr Raystoke was here, he and Gurr could go in the other boat.
I wonder where the lad can be!" He went cautiously aft along the starboard side of his vessel, looking hard at the frowning mass of darkness under which they lay, and thinking how dangerous their position would have been had the wind blown from the opposite quarter.

But now they were in complete shelter, with the little cutter rising and falling softly on the gentle swell and drifting slowly with the tide, so that the _White Hawk's_ head was pointing seaward.
He glanced over the side to see that the boats were in readiness, and then went aft without a sound, till all at once he kicked against something in the darkness beneath the larboard bulwark, to which he had crossed, and nearly fell headlong.
"What's--here?
Who was--Oh, it's those confounded boots.

Hush, there; silence!" He said the last words hastily, for the crew made noise enough to startle any one within range, and the sound: were being followed by the hurried whisper of those who came running aft.
"Back to your places, every one," he said; and then the men drew off, becoming invisible almost directly, for the darkness was now intense, the lanthorns carefully hidden below, and once more all was still, and the little office rested his glass on the bulwark and carefully swept the sea.
"Stupid idiot!" he said to himself.