Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed.
Jack's appearance was hailed with the loudest cheers, but when Jonathan followed and took a place beside him in the vehicle, determined, he said, never to lose sight of him, the abhorrence of the multitude was expressed by execrations, hoots, and yells of the most terrific kind.

So dreadful were these shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who shrank out of sight.
It was well for him that he had taken his place by Sheppard, as regard for the latter alone prevented the deadliest missiles being hurled at him.

As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn.
"We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them.
In this way, Jack was brought back to Newgate, and again chained down in the Middle Ward.
It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remained up all night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed..