Captain Jack strolled out of the cell carelessly.
Directly he had gone Phillip Redgill pulled out his pocket knife, and made a small wound in his arm.
The blood gently flowed.
With the liquid he wrote a note in a strange hand, and in a still stranger character, which ran thus,
D——w——g,—By our solemn oath, help me. My former note will explain all. This night decides my fate!
Phillip Redgill.
When Captain Jack returned, the prisoner had finished his note, and directed it with ink to—
CAPTAIN GINGLES,
Blue Boar,
City.
Strictly private and confidential.
“Captain Gingles, eh? Is that the name of your friend?”