When we returned on board, Paul Truck told us that in days of yore a smuggler bold--Jack Rattenbury by name--took possession of the cavern, in which to store his goods after he had safely landed them from his lugger.  For some time he carried on his trade undiscovered, for, being a cautious man, he dug a vault, in which his cargoes of brandy and bales of lace and silks were concealed, covering the floor over again with heaps of stone.  The Revenue officers, however, at length got scent of Jack's doings, and came in strong force, hoping to capture him and take possession of his property.  But he had received timely notice, and nothing could be found within the cavern.