Hi! Missus!" "Yes," came from within, and Mrs Shackle appeared wiping her hands.
"Ain't seen a deserter, missus, have you?
Capt'n here has lost one of his men." "If you'll let me speak, I'll explain," said Archy sharply.

"A cargo of contraband goods was landed on the rocks below the cliff last night, and--" "You don't say so, master!" said Shackle earnestly.
"I do say so," cried Archy; "and you are suspected of having them concealed here." "Me!" cried Shackle, bursting into a roar of laughter.

"Me, Mr Orficer?
Do you know what I am ?" "No." "Why, I'm a farmer.

Hi, missus, hear him! Young gent here thinks I'm a smuggler.

That is a good un, and no mistake." Archy was taken aback for the moment, but he caught the eye of the master, who was too old over the business to be easily hoodwinked.
"The young gentleman's made quite a mistake," said Mrs Shackle demurely.