“So we will; but are you sure that he lives alone?”
“I am; there is but one old servant in the whole place, and he is over sixty years of age.”
Firmly bent on revenge for what he had lost, and caring not a jot for Phillip Redgill’s escape, Captain Jack knocked at the door.
“House, ho! house! Open to officers of the crown!” said Captain Jack, in a very brave tone.
In a moment the window was raised, and old Gingles appeared at it in his night-cap and dressing-gown.
“Who calls so lustily at such an unseemly hour?” asked the old man.
“I do,” said Captain Jack, “Open, or I’ll break in the door!”
“Call to-morrow.”
“Open, I say!”
“Come some other time, madcaps.”