In the middle there was a gate.

It was locked.

But Jack speedily burst it open with the iron bar.
Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose.

It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes--though but for an instant--the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him.

There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet.