they tiptoed along a dimly lit passageway. Somewhere ahead they could hear the clink of bottles. Following the noise, they made their way down steps and around corners, until they found themselves looking down into a large cavern. In the middle of the floor was a big machine in which bottles were whirled around to be filled, capped and labelled, in a dazzling display of movement and precision. Elsewhere in the cavern, workmen were piling up crates which presumably they had brought down from the lorry.
As Tapser and Cowlick tried to take it all in, they were amazed to hear the sound of a boatâs engine, and switching their gaze to a cave beyond the bottling plant, they saw a boat nudging its way in.
Opening an iron gate, Whaler and Scamp went out to meet it, and when it was moored tightly the boatmen handed them up crate after crate of bottles which they brought back and placed on the floor of the large cavern.
âThatâs one of Maxâs lobster boats,â said Cowlick.
âWell they havenât been catching lobsters, thatâs for sure,â said Tapser. âDo you think theyâre the smugglers?â
âI donât know. But itâs all very strange.â
âYou can say that again. Come on. Weâd better get out of here before they come back up.â
There was no sign of the Alsatians, so they raced across the darkened grounds and a few minutes later dropped down outside the wire fence. RóisÃn and Rachel, who had been hiding nearby, rushed over to meet them, and Prince barked a greeting.
âQuiet boy,â urged Tapser, and they all hunkered down and looked back to see if anyone had heard. No one had, and they hurried away.
As they walked back through the town, Tapser and Cowlick told the girls what had happened and what they had seen.
âWe couldnât keep the Alsatians up there any longer,â said RóisÃn. âWe were terrified they were going to tear you to pieces.â
Cowlick gave a wry smile. âThey would have caught us too, if it hadnât been for your warning.â
âAnd Scamp would have caught us,â Tapser added, âif it hadnât been for the bats.â
The girls laughed when they heard about that.
âPoor Scamp,â giggled Rachel. âHe must have got a terrible fright.â
âAye,â laughed Cowlick. âI think they flew into his face.â
âYugh,â shivered RóisÃn. âI wouldnât fancy that.â
âBats are harmless,â said Rachel.
âI know. But still. Itâs the thought of it.â
âWell, they saved our bacon anyway,â said Cowlick.
âAye. I didnât fancy the thought of Whaler getting his big hands on us,â said Tapser.
âDo you think Max is involved in this smuggling business then?â asked RóisÃn.
âThereâs something very funny going on over there,â said Tapser.
âWhy do you say that?â asked Rachel.
âWell for a start,â Cowlick told her, âthat lorry had no lights on.â
âAnd Whaler didnât want to put the lights on in the yard,â recalled Tapser.
âI wonder why?â said RóisÃn.
âUnless it was a lorry-load of poteen they were smuggling down from the mountains,â said Cowlick.
âMaybe they were just empties that had been collected,â suggested Rachel.
âThen why bring them in at this time of night?â argued Tapser. âAnd with the lights switched off. No, thereâs something funny about the way they were acting.â
âNot to mention the boat,â Cowlick reminded them.
âThat is funny,â Rachel agreed. âDo you think it was poteen too?â
âSure they wouldnât be bringing poteen down from the mountains that way,â asserted RóisÃn.
âAnd it was properly bottled and all,â Tapser recalled.
âJust like the bottles from the machine.â
âWell the