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"By Jove, I'm glad. No time to burble now, though. Off with you. Compradore has a gun for you, in the court. Collect a drink as you go by. Report to Kneebone at the northeast corner. Danger point there: we need a good man, so hurry. Devilish glad. Cut along." Rudolph, scrambling down from the pony-shed, ran across the compound with his head in a whirl.
"Never!" rejoined Kneebone, with increased ardour, "never, till I receive from your own lips the answer which is to make me the happiest or the most miserable of mankind. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion. No mercenary consideration influences me. Love admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me.
"Leave the room," interposed Kneebone, angrily. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. "I came to see Jack Sheppard, and I won't go till you point him out to me. You told me he was going back to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity." "Oh! he told you that, did he?" said Blueskin, marching up to her, and chucking her under the chin. "I'll show you Captain Sheppard, my dear.
I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Will you take me?" However tempting Mrs. Maggot's offer may appear, the young man thought fit to decline it, and, after a few words of well-merited compliment on her extraordinary prowess, and renewed thanks to Mr. Kneebone, he took his departure. "Good bye!" cried Mrs.
There was a brief, breathless pause. Even Blueskin looked on with anxiety. "It is past," said Jack, placing his finger on the trigger. "Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me." "But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up.
At dawn they could see the ragged flotilla of sampans stealing up-river on the early flood; but of the masts that huddled in vapors by the farther bank, they had no certainty until sunrise, when the green rag and the rice-measure appeared still dangling above the Hakka boat. Even then it was not certain as Captain Kneebone sourly pointed out that her sailors would keep their agreement.
"Now Sir," he added, glancing suspiciously at the applicant "your business?" "My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr. Kneebone," returned Shotbolt. "The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chained down with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. It's almost incredible. Are you sure you're not misinformed, Sir?"
Of this man Kneebone resolved to go in pursuit; and leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded to the small inn, which bore then, as it bears now, the name of the Six Bells, where, summoning the hostler, his steed was instantly brought him, and, springing on its back, he rode away at full speed. Meanwhile, after a consultation between Mr.
"Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?" "Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?" "Nothing nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his sympathy. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies.
What's worse, his Generalissimo Fang expects big reinforcement, any day, from up country. He told me that a moment ago." "Perhaps he's lying," said Captain Kneebone, drowsily. "Wish he were," snapped Heywood. "No such luck. Too stupid." "That case," grumbled the captain, "we'd better signal your Hakka boat, and clear out." Again their hollow eyes questioned each other in discouragement.
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