"In with him!" "Ay--ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand.

"Get in wid ye, ye villin!" And, despite his resistance, Shotbolt was thrust into the chair, which was instantly fastened upon him.
"There, he's as safe as Jack Sheppard in the Condemned Hould," laughed the man.
"Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till you get inside the Lodge.

There's a letter for the head turnkey, Mr.
Irreton.

D'ye hear." "Yes, yer hon'r," replied the chairman, taking the note.
"What are you waiting for ?" asked Jack, impatiently.
"The gen'l'man as hired us," replied the chairman.
"Oh! he'll be after you directly.

He's settling an account in the house.
Lose no time.