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But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan and his janizaries. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. They even threatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage.
"The key," replied the widow. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. "I've been deceived by false information.
The portly thief-taker leaned back in his chair and regarded me with a coldly appraisive eye. He was a coarse-featured man with a face that would have fitted admirably in any rogues' gallery in the land. "You're in bad, young fellow," he growled. "We've got plenty and more than enough of your kind in this town, without takin' on any more." "But I am keeping my parole," I pleaded.
But though he made Blueskin and Kettleby his chief marks, he missed both. The sight of the thief-taker increased the fury of the mob to a fearful degree. Terrific yells rent the air. The heavy weapon thundered against the door; and it speedily yielded to their efforts. "Come on, my lads!" vociferated Blueskin, "we'll unkennel the old fox."
A turn or two and a brisk walk of ten minutes found him in Mulberry Bend. Dan walked more slowly, and was rewarded by the sight of Inspector Val sauntering along half a block ahead. The great thief-taker rounded a corner, and albeit Dan made no effort to overtake him, he was scrupulous to make the same turn.
And mind, your life, more than your life hangs upon your choice." "It does so," said Wild. "Choose, Jack." The lad made no answer, but left the room. "He is gone!" cried Mrs. Sheppard despairingly. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow.
"Then we won't even show you that mercy," retorted the thief-taker brutally. "So get up, and leave off whimpering. Your time isn't come yet." "Mr. Wild," said Trenchard, "I shall proceed no further in this business. Set the boy free." "If I disobey you, Sir Rowland," replied the thief-taker, "you'll thank me for it hereafter.
Like his kinsman, the vaqueano, he is a personage well convinced of his own importance; grave, reserved, taciturn, whose word is law. Such a one was the famous Calébar, the dreaded thief-taker of the Pampas, the Vidocq of Buenos Ayres. This man during more than forty years exercised his profession in the Republic, and a few years since was living, at an advanced age, not far from Buenos Ayres.
"Sir!" cried the landlord, bristling up. The little man pulled out a brace of pistols, and very quietly began priming them out of a small powder-flask. The landlord started back; the head-waiter cried "Rape!" and the barmaid "Murder!" "Who the devil are you, sir?" cried the landlord. "Mr. Tickletrout! the celebrated officer, thief-taker, as they call it. Have a care, ma'am, the pistols are loaded.
About seven o'clock on the same night, Jonathan Wild's two janizaries, who had been for some time in attendance in the hall of his dwelling at the Old Bailey, were summoned to the audience-chamber. A long and secret conference then took place between the thief-taker and his myrmidons, after which they were severally dismissed.
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