"Iss, Massa. Caliban sarch ebery hole in de place, but Shack no dere. Only him big hoss padlock—noting else."
"I knew it," rejoined Wild, with concentrated rage; "and he escaped you all, in broad day, before your faces. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say. Ireton, you are in league with him."
"Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly.
"You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. I don't threaten idly, as you know. And you, Austin; and you Langley, I say the same thing to you."
"But, Mr. Wild," implored the turnkeys.
"I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. "And you, Marvel, you must have been a party—"
"I, Sir!"
"If he's not found, I'll get a new hangman."
"Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I—"