And, turning to his daughter, he gave the necessary directions in a low tone. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. “Why not?” He asked. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. He refused. 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.
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