Use the gilt, man!" "There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr.Wild," cried Jack, placing his hat on the right arm of the guide-post, and leaning over the board, "I've done the trick myself." "Why, what the devil's this ?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up.

"Have you broken out of the cage, Jack ?" "Something like it," replied the lad carelessly.
"Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly.
"Well, that beats all I ever heard of!" roared Blueskin.
"But are you really there ?" "No, I'm here," answered Jack, leaping down.

"I tell you what, Mr.
Wild," he added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesden cage that can hold me." "Ay, ay," observed Jonathan, "you'll give the keepers of his Majesty's jails some trouble before you're many years older, I'll warrant you.

But get up behind, Blueskin.

Some one may observe us." "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town.