"Sorry you're obliged to keep your word.

Heard of your last escape.

Hoped you'd not be retaken.

Never sent for the shirt." "I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen ?" "Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;--Sir James Thornhill, Mr.Hogarth, and Mr.Gay.They send you every good wish." "Offer them my hearty thanks," replied Jack, waving his hand to the group, all of whom returned the salutation.

"And now, farewell, Mr.
Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over." Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,--for the stout prize-fighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,--and the procession again set forward..