Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. "What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?" "Only a box, Sir," answered Sheppard, emptying the glass. "We shall never be able to get you out unseen, Jack," whispered Poll Maggot. Explain to Sir John our feelings.
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