The next moment, he was felled to the ground by Jonathan Wild, who sprang into the room, followed by Abraham bearing the link. A single glance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood. From the slight sounds that had reached him in his place of confinement, he was aware that some persons had found their way to the scene of slaughter, and in a state of the most intense anxiety awaited the result of their investigation, prepared for the worst. Hearing the spring touched, he dashed through on the instant, and struck down the person who presented himself, with his bludgeon. On beholding the intruders, his fears changed to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as he glared at them, which could only be likened to the cry of some savage denizen of the plains. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head. But his hand was withheld by Thames. “Don't fire,” cried the latter. “It is important not to slay him. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. You are my prisoner, murderer.” “_Your_ prisoner!” echoed Jonathan, derisively. “You mistake,--you are mine. And so is your companion,--the convict Sheppard.” “Waste not another word with him, Thames,” cried Jack. “Upon him!” “Yield, villain, or die!” shouted Thames, drawing his sword and springing towards him. “There's my answer!” rejoined Wild, hurling the bludgeon at him, with such fatal effect, that striking him on the head it brought him instantly to the ground. “Ah! traitor!” cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. Before he could fire a second shot, Jack had to defend himself from the thief-taker, who, with his drawn hanger, furiously assaulted him. Eluding the blow, Jack plucked his sword from the scabbard, and a desperate conflict began. “Pick up that blade, Nab,” vociferated Wild, finding himself hotly pressed, “and stab him. I won't give him a chance.” “Cowardly villain!” cried Jack, as the Jew, obeying the orders of his principal, snatched up the weapon of the murdered man, and assailed him. “But I'll yet disappoint you.” And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. “After him,” cried Wild; “he mustn't escape. Dead or alive, I'll have him. Bring the link.” And, followed by Abraham, he rushed out of the room. Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reached the upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, the latter of whom carried a lantern. “Stop him!” shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, “stop him! It's Jack Sheppard!” “Give way!” cried Jack fiercely. “I'll cut down him who opposes me.” The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. But, being pushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make a stand.