The Smugglers are “Treated” to Gin and Astonishment.  
They found the lieutenant and Captain Ogilvy stretched on the grass, smoking their pipes together. The daylight had almost deepened into night, and a few stars were beginning to twinkle in the sky.
 
“Hey! what have we here—smugglers?” cried the captain, springing up rather quickly, as Ruby came unexpectedly on them.
 
“Just so, uncle,” said Minnie, with a laugh. “We have here some gin, smuggled all the way from Holland, and have come to ask your opinion of it.”
 
“Why, Ruby, how came you by this?” enquired Lindsay in amazement, as he examined the kegs with critical care.
 
“Suppose I should say that I have been taken into confidence by the smugglers and then betrayed them.”
 
“I should reply that the one idea was improbable, and the other impossible,” returned the lieutenant.
 
“Well, I have at all events found out their secrets, and now I reveal them.”
 
In a few words Ruby acquainted his friends with all that has just been narrated.
 
The moment he had finished, the lieutenant ordered his men to launch the boat. The kegs were put into the stern-sheets, the party embarked, and, pushing off, they rowed gently out of the bay, and crept slowly along the shore, under the deep shadow of the cliffs.
 
“How dark it is getting!” said Minnie, after they had rowed for some time in silence.
 
“The moon will soon be up,” said the lieutenant. “Meanwhile I’ll cast a little light on the subject by having a pipe. Will you join me, captain?”
 
This was a temptation which the captain never resisted; indeed, he did not regard it as a temptation at all, and would have smiled at the idea of resistance.
 
“Minnie, lass,” said he, as he complacently filled the blackened bowl, and calmly stuffed down the glowing tobacco with the end of that marvellously callous little fingers, “it’s a wonderful thing that baccy. I don’t know what man would do without it.”
 
“Quite as well as woman does, I should think,” replied Minnie.
 
“I’m not so sure of that, lass. It’s more nat’ral for man to smoke than for woman. Ye see, woman, lovely woman, should be ‘all my fancy painted her, both lovely and divine.’ It would never do to have baccy perfumes hangin’ about her rosy lips.”
 
“But, uncle, why should man have the disagreeable perfumes you speak of hanging about his lips?”
 
“I don’t know, lass. It’s all a matter o’ feeling. ‘’Twere vain to tell thee all I feel, how much my heart would wish to say;’ but of this I’m certain sure, that I’d never git along without my pipe. It’s like compass, helm, and ballast all in one. Is that the moon, leftenant?”
 
The captain pointed to a faint gleam of light on the horizon, which he knew well enough to be the moon; but he wished to change the subject.
 
“Ay is it, and there comes a boat. Steady, men! lay on your oars a bit.”
 
This was said earnestly. In one instant all were silent, and the boat lay as motionless as the shadows of the cliffs among which it was involved.
 
Presently the sound of oars was heard. Almost at the same moment, the upper edge of the moon rose above the horizon, and covered the sea with rippling silver. Ere long a boat shot into this stream of light, and rowed swiftly in the direction of Arbroath.
 
“There are only two men in it,” whispered the lieutenant.
 
“Ay, these are my good friends Swankie and Spink, who know a deal more about other improper callings besides smuggling, if I did not greatly mistake their words,” cried Ruby.
 
“Give way, lads!” cried the lieutenant.
 
The boat sprang at the word from her position under the cliffs, and was soon out upon the sea in full chase of the smugglers, who bent to their oars more lustily, evidently intending to trust to their speed.
 
“Strange,” said the lieutenant, as the distance between the two began sensibly to decrease, “if these be smugglers, with an empty boat, as you lead me to suppose they are, they would only be too glad to stop and let us see that they had nothing aboard that we could touch. It leads me to think that you are mistaken, Ruby Brand, and that these are not your friends.”
 
“Nay, the same fact convinces me that they are the very men we seek; for they said they meant to have some game with you, and what more amusing than to give you a long, hard chase for nothing?”
 
“True; you are right. Well, we will turn the tables on them. Take the helm for a minute, while I tap one of the kegs.”
 
The tapping was soon accomplished, and a quantity of the spirit was drawn off into the captain’s pocket-flask.
 
“Taste it, captain, and let’s have your opinion.” Captain Ogilvy complied. He put the flask to his lips, and, on removing it, smacked them, and looked at the party with that extremely grave, almost solemn expression, which is usually assumed by a man when strong liquid is being put to the delicate test of his palate.
 
“Oh!” exclaimed the captain, opening his eyes very wide indeed.
 
What “oh” meant, was rather doubtful at first; but when the captain put the flask again to his lips, and took another pull, a good deal longer than the first, much, if not all of the doubt was removed.
 
“Prime! nectar!” he murmured, in a species of subdued ecstasy, at the end of the second draught.
 
“Evidently the right stuff,” said Lindsay, laughing.
 
    “Liquid streams—celestial nectar,
 
    Darted through the ambient sky,—”
 
Said the captain; “liquid, ay, liquid is the word.”
 
He was about to test the liquid again:—
 
“Stop! stop! fair play, captain; it’s my turn now,” cried the lieutenant, snatching the flask from his friend’s grasp, and applying it to his own lips.
 
Both the lieutenant and Ruby pronounced the gin perfect, and as Minnie positively refused either to taste or to pronounce judgment, the flask was returned to its owner’s pocket.
 
They were now close on the smugglers, whom they hailed, and commanded to lay on their oars.
 
The order was at once obeyed, and the boats were speedily rubbing sides together.
 
“I should like to examine your boat, friends,” said the lieutenant as he stepped across the gunwales.
 
“Oh! sir, I’m thankfu’ to find you’re n............