It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it from being totally dark. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. ‘My God!’ he said, ‘I’ll go after them and kill him. "Well, without immediate care he would have passed out. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. Come back—you must come back.
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