This is a noted place for highwaymen." "I thought you told me that the rascal who has so long been the terror of the town--Jack Sheppard--was in custody." "So he is," returned Jack; "but there's no saying how long he may remain so.

Besides, there are greater rascals than Jack Sheppard at liberty, Sir Rowland." Sir Rowland made no reply, but angrily quickened his pace.

The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door.

Aware of Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of knocking, opened the door with the pass-key.

The porter instantly made his appearance, and Sheppard ordered him to take care of the horses.
"Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt ?" asked the man as he hastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount.
"Oh! we've lost no time, as you perceive," replied Jack.