. The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady. It was the size of my palm. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over. ” He said curiously. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. I have arrested him in the King's name. I just wanted a breath of air. Gag him," he added, pushing Thames rudely toward Quilt Arnold, "and convey him to the boat. But probably not the truth. Amid the confusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack's head, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself upon him, dragged him to the ground.
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