"From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be expected but treachery ?" With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in the best way he could.

On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book.
The latter appeared to contain several papers, which Jack carefully put by, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in a scheme of vengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker.

He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off.

He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him.
"What has delayed you ?" demanded the knight impatiently.
"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection--for he was a capital mimic,--the tones of Quilt Arnold.

"It was some time before I could get him to move." "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland.
"So did I," answered Jack; "we had better move on.