I can't run in these heavy fetters.

No: I must face it out.
Tell Bess to slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood." Meanwhile, the party at the table continued drinking and chatting as merrily as before.
"I can't help thinking of Jack Sheppard's speech to Mr.Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night." "Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting.

I examined the Condemned Hold myself carefully this morning, and didn't find a nail out of its place.

Recollect, he's chained to the ground by a great horse-padlock, and is never unloosed except when he comes to that hatch.
If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces." "It wouldn't surprise me if he did," remarked Griffin.

"He's audacity enough for anything.