"Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains.
"Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself.
"Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. "Quick."
"Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess.
"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess."
"Stop!" interposed Edgeworth Bess; "Mr. Langley is getting up, and coming this way. We're lost."
"Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening.
"The danger's past," whispered Bess. "Mrs. Spurling has induced him to sit down again. Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips. She comprehends what we're about. We're all safe!"
"Don't lose a moment then," cried Jack, forcing himself into the aperture, while the Amazon, assisted by Bess, pulled him through it.
"There!" cried Mrs. Maggot, as she placed him without noise upon the ground; "you're safe so far."