"I give you one minute for reflection.

After that time nothing shall save you." There was a brief, breathless pause.

Even Blueskin looked on with anxiety.
"It is past," said Jack, placing his finger on the trigger.
"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me." "But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up.
"These packets will establish Thames Darrell's birth, win him his inheritance, and procure him the hand of Winifred Wood." "Don't be too sure of that," rejoined Kneebone, snatching up the staff, and aiming a blow at his head, which was fortunately warded off by Mrs.
Maggot, who promptly interposed her cudgel.
"Defend yourself!" cried Jack, drawing his sword.
"Leave his punishment to me, Jack," said Mrs.Maggot.

"I've the Bridewell account to settle." "Be it so," replied Jack, putting up his blade.

"I've a good deal to do.
Show him no quarter, Poll.