the slope in the rear of the assailants, diverted their attack.
There ensued a short, sharp hand-to-hand conflict, in which the lieutenant found himself face to face with a fresh opponent in that very "Ben the Blast" whom he had met in such strange circumstances in front of the Frigate at Hurst some days before.
Ben came up with the last batch, panting, roaring like a bull, his face and hands dyed with blood, his teeth set hard, and his eyes blood-shot and aflame.
"The damned lubber that I caught with Ann! I'll settle him! Let me but get at him!" said he, furiously, as he came up.
By this time, however, Tregenna had gathered his men round him, so that they presented a strong front to the smugglers, who, being on lower ground than they, and somewhat overmatched in skill, if not in strength, began to give way.
The lieutenant noted this, and presently gave the signal for a simultaneous rush. Down they came, driving the cursing smugglers like sheep before them over the rough, broken ground of the slope, until Ben the Blast
