"I'll see him fettered myself.

Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out." Jack, meanwhile, was carried to Newgate.

Austin could scarcely credit his senses when he beheld him.

Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner.

Mrs.Spurling had retired for the night.