It was now a quarter past twelve.

Mr.Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles.
"I suspect our friend has thought better of it, and won't come," he remarked.
"Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer.
"How are you off there, Shoplatch ?" inquired Kneebone.

"Rather cramped, eh ?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position.

"I shall be able to stretch my limbs presently--ha! ha!" "Hush!" cried Kneebone, "I hear a noise without.

He's coming." The caution was scarcely uttered, when the door opened, and Jack Sheppard presented himself.