"What the devil are you about! Will you allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids ?" "Not if I can help it," returned Abraham, making a desperate effort to regain his feet.

"By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you." "Help me, Jack!" shouted Thames, "or I shan't be able to keep the villain down." "Stick the spike into him, then," returned Sheppard, coolly, "while I unbar the outlet." But Thames had no intention of following his friend's advice.

Contenting himself with brandishing the weapon in the Jew's eyes, he exerted all his force to prevent him from rising.
While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting--as if in contempt of the general uproar--the following strain:-- With pipe and punch upon the board, And smiling nymphs around us; No tavern could more mirth afford Than old Saint Giles's round-house! _The round-house! the round-house! The jolly--jolly round-house!_ "The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his efforts.

"Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free." "Not sho fasht--not sho fasht!" cried Abraham, struggling with Thames, and detaining him; "if you go, you musht take me along vid you." "Save yourself, Jack!" shouted Thames, sinking beneath the superior weight and strength of his opponent; "leave me to my fate!" "Never," replied Jack, hurrying towards him.

And, snatching the spike from Thames, he struck the janizary a severe blow on the head.