"Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. After listening attentively for a short time without drawing breath, he became convinced that his apprehensions were groundless, and, greatly relieved, sat down upon the chair to rest himself and prepare for further efforts. "In spots you are a thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad. How Jack Sheppard was again captured.
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