"He's with us."
"Then I go on Devil Dick's back."
"We shall have to tie you on."
"Tie me on! Be dashed to you!"
The smith had broken the catches of the handcuffs, and Jasper's arms were free. The leg irons were a stiffer proposition.
"Leave the anklets on, Jack, and get the bar away."
"It be easier to knock off t' anklets, sir."
"Get along, then, for God's sake."
Jeremy stood and watched.
"You had better let us get along, lad," he said, gently, "time is precious."