men, and they commenced a scramble up the rocks and arrived at the foot
of the high rock which formed the platform above at the mouth of the
cave, when the major cried "Halt!"--a very judicious order, considering
that it was impossible to go any further. The soldiers looked about
everywhere, but could find no cave, and after an hour's strict search,
Major Lincoln and his officers, glad to be rid of the affair, held a
consultation, and it was agreed that the troops should be re-embarked.
The men were marched down again very hot from their exertions, and thus
the expedition would have ended without bloodshed, had it not been for
the incautious behaviour of a woman. That woman was Moggy Salisbury,
who, having observed that the troops were re-embarking, took the
opportunity, while Sir Robert and all the men were keeping close, to
hoist up a certain under-garment to a pole, as if in derision, thus
betraying the locality of the cave, and running the risk of sacrificing
the whole party in it. This, as it was going up, caught the eye of one
of the seamen in the boat, who cried out, "There goes the ensign up to
the peak at last."

"Where?" exclaimed the major, pulling out his telescope, "Yes, by
heavens! there it is--and there then must be the cave."

Neither Sir Robert nor any of the conspirators were aware of this
manoeuvre of Moggy's; for Smallbones, perceiving what she had done,
hauled it down again in a minute afterwards. But it had been hoisted,
and the major considered it his duty to return, so once more the troop
ascended the precipitous path.

Moggy then went into the cave. "They have found us out, sir," said she,
"they point to us, and are coming up again. I will stand as sentry. The
men won't fire at me, and if they do I don't care."

Sir Robert and Ramsay were in close consultation. It appeared to them
that by a bold manoeuvre they would be able to get out of their scrape.
The wind had gone down altogether, the sea was as smooth as glass, and
there was every appearance of a continued calm.

"If we could manage it--and I think we may--then the sooner the affair
is brought to an issue the better."

Moggy had now taken a musket on her shoulder, and was pacing up and
down the edge of the flat in imitation of a sentry. She was soon pointed
out, and a titter ran through the whole line: at last, as the major
approached, she called out,

"I say, soger, what are you doing here? keep off, or I'll put a bullet
in your