The thought had not occurred to him before, through every hole and corner being so familiar, from the fact that scores of times he had held the lanthorn while his father's men carried in smuggled goods landed at the ledge, if there was plenty of time; for, if the landing had been hurried, and the danger near, the things were often carried up to the Hoze for temporary deposit till carts came to bear the things into the interior.
"I do wish he'd be friends," thought Ram, when his musings were interrupted by his father saying,-- "Ah, there's that basket Jemmy found's mornin'.

Go and take it up to the Hoze." "He needn't go to-night, need he ?" said Mrs Shackle.
"You mind your own business," said the farmer fiercely.

"Be off, boy." Ram put on his red cap, took the basket, and trotted off toward the Hoze, while Mrs Shackle sighed, for she knew that something particular must be on the way, or Ram would not have been sent off, and her husband have prepared to go out directly after.
"Oh dear me, dear me, dear me!" said the plump, comfortable-looking woman, as the door closed on her husband's back.

"If he would only keep to his cows and sheep!" "Here," said the farmer, reopening the door, "be off to bed.

Ramillies need not know that I'm gone out." "No, dear.