“Why, Jack Sheppard, the notorious house-breaker,--him as has robbed
half Lunnun, to be sure. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the
day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked
a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,--that he
did, the heathen. The gentleman catched him i' th' fact, and we
shut him up for safety i' that pris'n. But,” said the fellow, with
a laugh, “he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. Ever
since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it
Jack Sheppard's cage. His mother used to live i' this village,
just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went
distracted,--and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd.”
“I tell e'e what, John Dump,” said the other fellow, who had hitherto
preserved silence, “I don't know whether you talkin' o' Jack Sheppard
has put him into my head or not; but I once had him pointed out to
me, and if that _were_ him as I seed then, he's just now ridden past
us, and put up at the Six Bells.”
“The deuce he has!” cried Dump. “If you were sure o' that we might
seize him, and get the reward for his apprehension.”
“That 'ud be no such easy matter,” replied the countryman. “Jack's a
desperate fellow, and is always well armed; besides, he has a comrade
with him. But I'll tell e'e what we _might_ do----”
The young man heard no more. Taking the direction pointed out, he
rode off. As he passed the Six Bells, he noticed the steeds of the
two horsemen at the door; and glancing into the house, perceived the
younger of the two in the passage. The latter no sooner beheld him
than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. After debating with
himself whether he should further seek an interview, which, though,
now in his power, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he
decided in the negative; and contenting himself with writing upon a
slip of paper the hasty words,--“You are known by the villagers,--be
upon your guard,”--he gave it to the ostler, with instructions to
deliver it instantly to the owner of the horse he pointed out, and
pursued his course.
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