'Go on, ya bloody woman, push. Got more strength in one of me farts than your arms,' laughed Wilf. The mood was happy and relaxed as the goods, dropped off from the coast with the next day's post, were rolled towards the gaping cellar doors. It took the two men all their muscle to get the barrel steady. The manager, with eyes now like thin black darting slits, pointed silently to an old oak door, which, when opened, creaked so loud that all three shuddered and Wilf saw Jack's eyes bulging. They slipped through the doorway and it groaned shut again. In the darkness Wilf fumbled for the matches and candle. 'Light the dam thing, will ya. It's like bloody hell in here.' As the light grew, four tunnels spawned out in different directions. Take the right hand tunnel was the advice, and the men grunted like swine to get the huge barrel rolling again. 'Stop, in the name of the King,' boomed a loud voice. Robbie swallowed hard. Six armed soldiers stood in the shadows, their lanterns suddenly blinding, and pistols aimed at the shaking men's heads. It was a set-up. 'I hereby arrest you for...' Wilf swore and had a brief vision of both he and Robbie swaying from a rope. Without thinking he pushed the barrel with all his might to confuse their captors. next »