When it's done, I'll push you through.

Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me.
When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found.
_Tol-de-rol!_" As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang through the aperture.
This manoeuvre was so suddenly executed that it took Abraham completely by surprise.

He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear at the keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face.

He staggered back a few paces; and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his heels, and, placing the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir, or cry out.

Nor had Jack been idle all this time.