"So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch." "Comin'! comin'!" returned the constable, shuffling towards him.
"Coming!--so is midnight--so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames.
"Have you never an out-o-the-vay corner, into vich you could shtow these troublesome warmint ?" observed Abraham.

"The guv'ner'll be here afore midnight." Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a slight pressure on his foot.

And, turning at the touch, he perceived Sheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him.
"Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake." "Awake!--to be sure I am, my flash cove," replied Sheppard; "I'm down as a hammer." "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop." "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority.
The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition.

A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends.

Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns.