And he unsheathed his sword. He knew. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. My trouble is with your sister. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. . His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints.
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