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Joan, The Curate.
CHAPTER III.
AN ALLY AT LAST.
The soldiers were rattling on in pursuit of the smugglers at such a good pace that Lieutenant Tregenna only reached the road in time to see them turn the next corner and disappear.
He followed, however, at the best pace he could, hoping to be of use in finding out the direction the smugglers had taken. He had not yet had time to become acquainted with the inland part of the neighborhood, or he would have known that, by dashing across the park in a northerly direction, he could have reached the village before the soldiers, who had to follow the windings of the road.
As it was, when he reached the first of the straggling cottages of the picturesque Sussex village, the horsemen were out of sight; and
