“Take the prisoners below, Nab,” said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfish Jew; “I'll join you in an instant.”
The bearded miscreant seized Jack by the waist, and Thames by the nape of the neck, and marched off, like the ogre in the fairy tale, with a boy under each arm, while Charcam brought upt the rear.
CHAPTER X. MOTHER AND SON.
They had scarcely been gone a moment, when a confused noise was heard without, and Charcam re-entered the room, with a countenance of the utmost bewilderment and alarm.
“What's the matter with the man?” demanded Wild.
“Her ladyship—” faltered the attendant.
“What of her?” cried the knight. “Is she returned!”
“Y—e—s, Sir Rowland,” stammered Charcam.