"There it is;" replied the other, tossing him the glove. "Are you sure these bars touch the ground?"
"They come within a yard of it," answered Jonathan.
"Safe!" shouted Darrell, as he effected a secure landing. "Good night!"
"So," muttered Jonathan, "having started the hare, I"ll now unleash the hounds."
With this praiseworthy determination, he was hastening down stairs, with the utmost rapidity, when he encountered a female, whom he took, in the darkness, to be Mrs. Sheppard. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him.
"Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. "I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm."
"If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window," replied Jonathan.
"Thank Heaven!" she gasped.
"Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically. "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to get your child"s neck twisted."
"What do you mean?" asked the female, in astonishment.
"I mean what I say," replied Jonathan. "Perhaps you don"t know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can a.s.sure you. However, the scheme answered well enough, for Darrell has got off with his own brat."
"Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment.
"If you have a child there, it certainly is not," answered Jonathan, a little surprised; "for I left your brat in the charge of Blueskin, who is still among the crowd in the street, unless, as is not unlikely, he"s gone to see your other friend disciplined at the pump."
"Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. "Whose child can this be?"
"How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. "I suppose it didn"t drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it"s flesh and blood?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain.
"My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room. "Where is it?"
"Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs. Sheppard.
"I am--I am!" cried the widow, s.n.a.t.c.hing the babe, and pressing it to her breast with rapturous delight "G.o.d be thanked, I have found it!"
"We have both good reason to be grateful," added the lady, with great emotion.
""Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I"ve been nicely done here. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I"ll soon set myself straight. What ho!
lights! lights!"
And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs.
"Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. Oh G.o.d! my limbs fail me."
"Make an effort, Madam," cried Mrs. Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!--they are coming!--fly!--to the roof! to the roof."
"No," cried the lady, "this room--I recollect--it has a back window."
"It is shut," said Mrs. Sheppard.
"It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet.
"Where is she?" thundered Jonathan, who at this moment reached Mrs.
Sheppard.
"She has flown up stairs," replied the widow.
"You lie, hussy!" replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she vainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; "she is here.
Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. "By G--! she has missed her footing."
There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble groans.
Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch.
He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched cheek, to Rowland.
"Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper.
"Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. "Why came she here?"
"She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully.
"Descend and take charge of the body," said Rowland, conquering his emotion by a great effort, "I will join you in a moment. This accident rather confirms than checks my purpose. The stain upon our family is only half effaced: I have sworn the death of the villain and his b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and I will keep my oath. Now, Sir," he added, turning to Jonathan, as Sir Cecil and his followers obeyed his injunctions, "you say you know the road which the person whom we seek has taken?"
"I do," replied Jonathan. "But I give no information gratis!"
"Speak, then," said Rowland, placing money in his hand.
"You"ll find him at St. Saviours"s stairs," answered Jonathan. "He"s about to cross the river. You"d better lose no time. He has got five minutes" start of you. But I sent him the longest way about."
The words were scarcely p.r.o.nounced, when Rowland disappeared.
"And now to see the end of it," said Jonathan, shortly afterwards pa.s.sing through the window. "Good night, Master."
Three persons only were left in the room. These were the Master of the Mint, Van Galgebrok, and Mrs. Sheppard.
"A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head.
"Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;--"very bad--very."
"But then they"re staunch supporters of our friend over the water,"
continued Baptist, winking significantly; "so we must e"en hush it up in the best way we can."
"Ja," answered Van Galgebrok. "But--sapperment!--I wish they hadn"t broken my pipe."
"JONATHAN WILD promises well," observed the Master, after a pause: "he"ll become a great man. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so."
"He"ll be hanged nevertheless," replied the Hollander, giving his collar an ugly jerk. "Mind, I, Rykhart Van Galgebrok predict it. And now let"s go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester."