Amid the confusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack's head, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself upon him, dragged him to the ground. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to his rescue. It reverberated in the silence. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender.
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