“Accident or not,” rejoined Sheppard; “you're no longer pall of
mine.”
“And so this is my reward for having made you the tip-top cracksman
you are,” muttered Blueskin;--“to be turned off at a moment's notice,
because I silenced a noisy woman. It's too hard. Think better of it.”
“My mind's made up,” rejoined Jack, coldly,--“we part to-night.”
“I'll not go,” answered the other. “I love you like a son, and will
follow you like a dog. You'd not know what to do without me, and
shan't drive me off.”
“Well!” remarked Jonathan, who had paid little attention to the
latter part of the conversation: “this is an awkward business
certainly: but we must do the best we can in it. You must keep out of
the way till it's blown over. I can accommodate you below.”
“I don't require it,” returned Sheppard. “I'm tired of the life I'm
leading. I shall quit it and go abroad.”
“I'll go with you,” said Blueskin.
“Before either of you go, you will ask my permission,” said Jonathan,
coolly.
“How!” exclaimed Sheppard. “Do you mean to say you will interfere--”
“I mean to say this,” interrupted Wild, with contemptuous calmness,
“that I'll neither allow you to leave England nor the profession
you've engaged in. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you
could be so,--which I doubt. You are my slave--and such you shall
continue.'”
“Slave?” echoed Jack.
“Dare to disobey,” continued Jonathan: “neglect my orders, and I will
hang you.”
Sheppard started to his feet.
“Hear me,” he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. “It is time
you should know whom you have to deal with. Henceforth, I utterly
throw off the yoke you have laid upon me. I will neither stir hand
nor foot for you more. Attempt to molest me, and I split. You are
more in my power than I am in yours. Jack Sheppard is a match for
Jonathan Wild, any day.”
“That he is,” added Blueskin, approvingly.
Jonathan smiled contemptuously.
“One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you,” said Jack.
“What's that?” asked Wild.
“The youth whom you delivered to Van Galgebrok,--Thames Darrell, is
returned.”
“Impossible!” cried Jonathan. “He was thrown overboard, and perished
at sea.”
“He is alive,” replied Jack, “I have seen him, and might have
conversed with him if I had chosen. Now, I know you can restore him
to his rights, if you choose. Do so; and I am yours as heretofore.”
“Humph!” exclaimed Jonathan.
“Your answer!” cried Sheppard. “Yes, or no?”
“I will make no terms with you,” rejoined Wild, sternly. “You have
defied me, and shall feel my power. You have been useful to me, or
I would not have spared you thus long. I swore to hang you two years
ago, but I deferred my purpose.”
“Deferred!” echoed Sheppard.
“Hear me out,” said Jonathan. “You came hither under my protection,
and you shall depart freely,--nay, more, you shall have an hour's
grace. After that time, I shall place my setters on your heels.”
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