I'll send you word when I catch him." "You'd better send _him_," jeered the turnkey.
"So I will," rejoined Shotbolt; "so I will.

If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead.

Good-bye, for the pressent--ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge.
"I'll lay my life he's gone on a fox-and-goose-chase to Mr.Kneebone's," remarked Austin, rising to fasten the door.
"I shouldn't wonder," replied Mrs.Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea.

And, while the turnkey was busy with the keys, she whispered to the black, "Follow him, Caliban.

Take care he don't see you,--and bring me word where he goes, and what he does." "Iss, missis," grinned the black.
"Be so good as to let Caliban out, Mr.Austin," continued the tapstress; "he's only going on an errand." Austin readily complied with her request.