The Whisky T Wasn’t

Northern Advocate, 4 January 1938, Page 2

The Whisky T Wasn’t

Foxy lowered the telescopi "Mac’s done his work w said.

The skipper took the g glanced through it at the b ered cliffs. A momentarily 1 blue caught his eye. “Aye," he" said, “they’re.i All will be clear at Russell.' The skipper was the capk smuggling vessel and Foxy mate. They were anchored ir cove near Russell.

Soon a boat left the ship’s I landed a party of men and kegs on the beach. Ea shouldered a keg and dish into the bush.

“Do we have to climb righ the cave? Why not. dump it ?crub, like last time?” grunt; sailor.

“Because 'if wo pfflSWf -be sa all these Customs officers around," was the answer.

They climbed steadily upw: the came to a cliff rising si

:everal score feet. Here Foxy aside some creepers and for! one by one, his men crawl him through a narrow tunnel gradually opened into a iarg Foxy glanced down the trail with a peculiar smile, he f his men.

The smugglers stacked the a corner.

“All right,” said Foxy, “the

hurry.” The sailors pulled out the;: and lay on their backs, srnoki dozing. At the end of an hi m'ate took out his watch. “That’ll give them plenty of he muttered. Then aloud, | get back now.” ! One by one the men craw! into day light. One by or grasped by strong blue-clad ar, securely bound. When Fox; came out last, was seized he no surprise.

“Well!” ejaculated the lead ligerently, “Caught red-hande Foxy only smiled. “What a going to do 'about it?” he ask A sudden, feeling of relief' through the captured smuggler; knew their Foxy. For answer the Customs offic one of his men into the cave/ turned with a keg. Thc_ tc knocked off to disclose a liqu The officer looked triumphal Foxy. “Well!” he said. “Taste t." said Foxy quietly

The officer did so, and nex ute was coughing and splutte “Salt water!” he gasped.

“Exactly,” said Foxy. One by one the kegs were bt out and opened, with the san suit

“Is it a criminal offence to salt water in a cave?” 'asked Fo a tone in which there was a tt

Sullenly, the men were untie “Anyway what good has thi s i‘aunt done you?” the officer gr< Then he followed Foxy’s gaze' to the co\e below.

“Why! where’s your ship? queried. “Round at Russell unloa said Foxy, emphasising the last