"I cannot repent,--I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour. "I should never have been what I am, but for you."
"How so?" inquired Winifred.
"I loved you," replied Jack,--"don"t start--it is over now--I loved you, I say, as a boy. _hopelessly_, and it made me desperate. And now I find, when it is too late, that I _might_ have deserved you--that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. But I mustn"t think of these things, or I shall grow mad. I have said your life is in danger, Thames. Do not slight my warning. Sir Rowland Trenchard is aware of your return to England. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild"s, after my escape from the New Prison.
He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. I overheard them planning your a.s.sa.s.sination.
It is to take place to-night."
"O Heavens!" screamed Winifred, while her father lifted up his hands in silent horror.
"And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, _I_ am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested."
"Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity.
"Here are Jonathan Wild"s written instructions to Quilt Arnold,"
rejoined Sheppard, producing the pocket-book he had found in the janizary"s clothes. "This letter will vouch for me that a communication has taken place between your enemies."
Thames glanced at the despatch, and, after a moment"s reflection, inquired, "In what way is the attempt upon my life to be made?"
"That I couldn"t ascertain," replied Jack; "but I advise you to be upon your guard. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment."
"Here!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Wood, with a look of alarm. "Oh lord! I hope not."
"This I do know," continued Jack,--"Jonathan Wild superintends the attack."
"Jonathan Wild!" repeated the carpenter, trembling. "Then it"s all over with us. Oh dear!--how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and n.o.body be the wiser."
"There"s some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window."
"Where--where?" cried Thames.
"Don"t stir," replied Jack. "I will at once convince you of the truth of my a.s.sertions, and ascertain whether the enemy really is at hand."
So saying, he advanced towards the window, threw open the sash, and called out in the voice of Thames Darrell, "Who"s there?"
He was answered by a shot from a pistol. The ball pa.s.sed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling.
"I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. "It is Jonathan. Your uncle--_our_ uncle is with him. I saw them both."
"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly.
"You may," replied Jack: "I"ll fight for you to the last gasp."
"Follow me, then," cried Thames, drawing his sword, and springing through the window.
"To the world"s end," answered Jack, darting after him.
"Thames!--Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. "He will be murdered!--Help!"
"My child!--my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back.
Two shots were fired, and presently the clashing of swords was heard below.
After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard.
Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and weltering in his blood. Of Jack Sheppard or the a.s.sailants they could not discover a single trace.
As the body was borne to the house in the arms of the farming-men, Mr.
Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild.
CHAPTER VIII.
Old Bedlam.
When Thames Darrell and Jack Sheppard sprang through the window, they were instantly a.s.sailed by Wild, Trenchard, and their attendants. Jack attacked Jonathan with such fury, that he drove him into a shrubbery, and might perhaps have come off the victor, if his foot had not slipped as he made a desperate lunge. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to his rescue. This was Blueskin, who burst through the trees, and sword in hand a.s.saulted the thief-taker. As soon as Jack gained his legs, he perceived Blueskin lying, as he thought, dead in the plantation, with a severe cut across his temples, and while he was stooping to a.s.sist him, he heard groans at a little distance. Hastening in the direction of the sound, he discovered Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground.
"Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously.
"Not dangerously, I hope," returned Thames; "but fly--save yourself."
"Where are the a.s.sa.s.sins?" cried Sheppard.
"Gone," replied the wounded man. "They imagine their work is done. But I may yet live to thwart them."
"I will carry you to the house, or fetch Mr. Wood," urged Jack.
"No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly--or I will not answer for your safety.
If you desire to please me, you will go."
"And leave you thus?" rejoined Jack. "I cannot do it."
"Go, I insist," cried Thames, "or take the consequences upon yourself. I cannot protect you."
Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,--for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,--till he reached the Edgeware Road. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,--for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,--and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. His destination was the New Mint. At this place of refuge, situated in the heart of Wapping, near the river-side, he arrived in less than an hour, in a complete state of exhaustion.
In consequence of the infamous abuse of its liberties, an act for the entire suppression of the Old Mint was pa.s.sed in the ninth year of the reign of George the First, not many months before the date of the present epoch of this history; and as, after the destruction of Whitefriars, which took place in the reign of Charles the Second, owing to the protection afforded by its inmates to the Levellers and Fifth-monarchy-men, when the inhabitants of Alsatia crossed the water, and settled themselves in the borough of Southwark,--so now, driven out of their fastnesses, they again migrated, and recrossing the Thames, settled in Wapping, in a miserable quarter between Artichoke Lane and Nightingale Lane, which they termed the New Mint. Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels, Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. His subjects, however, were no longer entirely under his control; and, though he managed to enforce some little attention to his commands, it was evident his authority was waning fast.
Aware that they would not be allowed to remain long unmolested, the New Minters conducted themselves so outrageously, and with such extraordinary insolence, that measures were at this time being taken for their effectual suppression.
To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a gla.s.s of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bed-side, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow.
"Don"t disturb yourself," said his follower, motioning him to keep still; "it"s all right."
"What time is it?" inquired Jack.
"Past noon," replied Blueskin. "I didn"t awake you, because you seemed tired."