"You shall not pass," cried several of the crowd.
"I knew his poor mother, and for her sake I'll not see this done," cried John Dump.
"Slip on the handcuffs," cried the thief-taker. "And now let's see who'll dare to oppose me. I am Jonathan Wild. I have arrested him in the King's name."
A deep indignant groan followed.
"Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please."
"No," thundered Wild.
"Allow him that small grace," cried Wood.
"No, I tell you," rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of the crowd.
"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack.
But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan and his janizaries.