Seeing provisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf.

Having secured this,--for he was almost famished,--he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one.

The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith.
Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search.
Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel.

Suspending his labour on Jack's appearance, the man demanded his business.

Making up a similar story to that which he had told the old woman, he said he wanted to purchase a hammer and a file.
The man looked hard at him.
"Answer me one question first ?" he said; "I half suspect you're Jack Sheppard." "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him.
"You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith.