"We'll give them the slip yet, and hang that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet." "Be silent dog," cried Jonathan.

And with his clenched hand he struck him a violent blow in the face.
For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality.
The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him.

The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple.

Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches.

His strength has been described as prodigious; but now, heightened by his desire for vengeance, it was irresistible.