"Who's there ?--Pshaw! it's only the wind." "It's Jonathan Wild," returned the widow, endeavouring to alarm him.

"I told you I was not unprotected." "_He_ protect _you_," retorted Blueskin, maliciously; "you haven't a worse enemy on the face of the earth than Jonathan Wild.

If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,--and with reason too, as I can testify." "Man!" screamed Mrs.Sheppard, with a vehemence that shook even the hardened wretch beside her, "begone, and tempt me not." "What should I tempt you to ?" asked Blueskin, in surprise.
"To--to--no matter what," returned the widow distractedly.

"Go--go!" "I see what you mean," rejoined Blueskin, tossing a large case-knife, which he took from his pocket, in the air, and catching it dexterously by the haft as it fell; "you owe Jonathan a grudge;--so do I.He hanged your first husband.

Just speak the word," he added, drawing the knife significantly across his throat, "and I'll put it out of his power to do the same by your second.