We shall have a prize after all, though it's only a little one.

Pull my lads, pull ?" The smugglers' boat was now about half a mile away, the men in her pulling with all their might, but the King's boat was the more swift, though after a few minutes' chase it was evident that the start was in the smugglers' favour.
"Hang them! They're going to run ashore.

They've got a nook there, I'll be bound, and as soon as they're landed they'll be scuffling up the side of the cliff.

Pull, my lads, and as we reach the rock, out with you and chase them; you can climb as well as they can.

If they're getting away, cover them with your pistols, and tell 'em they shall have it if they don't surrender." The excitement was now tremendous: the cutter's boat was going fast, and the second boat was closing up, so that it would be impossible for the smugglers to escape by sea.