Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg.

It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year.

Another instance was that of Toby Tanner--" "No more of this," interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy ?" "Not far hence," replied Wild.

"After all our pains we were near losing him, Sir Rowland." "How so ?" asked the other, distrustfully.
"You shall hear," returned Jonathan.

"With the help of his comrade, Jack Sheppard, the young rascal made a bold push to get out of the round-house, where my janizaries had lodged him, and would have succeeded too, if, by good luck,--for the devil never deserts so useful an agent as I am, Sir Rowland,--I hadn't arrived in time to prevent him.