After him! A hundred pounds to the man who takes him." Sheppard's name operated like magic on the crowd.

The cry was echoed by twenty different voices.

People ran out of their shops to join the pursuit; and, by the time Wild had got into Field-lane, he had a troop of fifty persons at his heels--all eager to assist in the capture.
"Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street towards Hatton Garden.

"It is Sheppard--Jack Sheppard--stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels.
Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course.

By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane.