“A word,” cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's orders. “What has become of Jack Sheppard?”
“Devil knows!” answered Quilt; “but I believe he's in the hands of Blueskin, so there's no doubt he'll soon be on the high-road to Tyburn.”
“Poor Jack!” sighed Thames. “You needn't gag me,” he added, “I'll not cry out.”
“We won't trust you, my youngster,” answered the janizary. And, thrusting a piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room.
Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. He neither attempted to prevent his nephew's departure, nor to follow him.
Jonathan kept his keen eye fixed upon him, as he addressed himself for a moment to the Hollander.
“Is the case of watches on board?” he asked in an under tone.
“Ja,” replied the skipper.
“And the rings?”
“Ja.”