"Who's that on the outside there?" came the inquiry this time; and it was not nearly so full of rage as it was before.
"It is me," answered Zeke. "And if you want to see this door stay where it is, you will open it up pretty quick."
"Oh, Zeke, is it you? I'll open the door directly. Why didn't you tell me who you were?"
"Didn't I say he would open the door?" said Zeke, hitting Enoch in the ribs with his elbow. "He knows me."
In process of time the door came open and Zeke and Enoch stepped inside of it. The Tory was frightened, and he grew more so as he glanced at the club which Zeke carried in his hand.
"What do you want here at this time of night?" asked the jailer. "I haven't got but one with me here to-night——"
"Give me your keys," interrupted Zeke.
"Now, Zeke, is not that going pretty far?" asked the Tory, who was really frightened now. "You know I haven't any right to give you my keys——."
"Give me your keys," said Zeke in a louder tone, at the same time seizing the jailer by the collar with one hand while with the other he raised his club and held it over his head. "This is the last time I shall ask you."