John Masefield

“ At this the man grovelled on the cave floor, crying out to them to let him live, that he would give them all his money, and so on.
"Get up," said Marah; "get up. Try and act like a man, even if you aren't one."
The man went on wailing, "What are you going to do to me?—what are you going to do to me?"
"Spike your guns," said Marah, curtly. "There's your friend in the corner. Talk to him."
He left us together in the cave; an armed smuggler sat at the cave entrance, turning his quid meditatively.
"Mr Cottier," I said, "do you remember Jim—Jim Davis?"
"Jim!" cried Mr Cottier ”

“ They had beaten off their opponents, and had reached Dartmoor in safety.
"Yes," said Marah; "all very well. But we have been blabbed on. We had the cutter on us on our way out, and here we were surprised coming home. It was the Salcombe cutter chased us, and it was the Salcombe boys gave the preventives the tip last night. Otherwise they'd have been in Salcombe all last night, watching Bolt Tail, no less. 'Stead of that, they came lumbering here, and jolly near nabbed us. Now, it's one of us. There's no one outside knows anything: and only half-a-dozen in Salcombe knew our plans. ”