A deep indignant groan followed. “Let me see the earth thrown over her,” implored Jack; “and take me where you please.” “No,” thundered Wild. “Allow him that small grace,” cried Wood. “No, I tell you,” rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of the crowd. “My mother,--my poor mother!” exclaimed Jack. But, in spite of his outcries and resistance, he was dragged along by Jonathan and his janizaries. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. They even threatened to cut the traces and take off the wheels from the carriage. The Jew got in first. The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. Before Jonathan followed he turned to face his assailants. “Back!” he cried fiercely. “I am an officer in the execution of my duty. And he who opposes me in it shall feel the weight of my hand.” He then sprung into the coach, the door of which was closed by Obadiah, who mounted the box. “To Newgate,” cried Jonathan, putting his head out of the window. A deep roar followed this order, and several missiles were launched at the vehicle, which was driven off at a furious pace. And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunate Mrs. Sheppard was committed to the earth. CHAPTER XXVII. HOW JACK SHEPPARD WAS BROUGHT BACK TO NEWGATE. Jack Sheppard's escape from Newgate on the night of the 15th of October was not discovered till the following morning; for although the intelligence was brought by several parties to the Lodge in the course of the night, Austin, who was the officer in attendance, paid no attention to them. After pursuing the fugitive as before related, Jonathan Wild returned to his own habitation, where he was occupied during the remainder of the night with Quilt Arnold and Obadiah Lemon in removing everything which, in case of a search, might tend to criminate him. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. He was aroused from his slumber, about six o'clock, by the return of Abraham Mendez, who not choosing to confess that Jack had eluded his vigilance, contended himself with stating that he had kept watch till daybreak, when he had carefully searched the field, and, finding no trace of him, had thought it better to return. This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. His breakfast despatched, which he ate with a wolfish appetite, he walked over to Newgate, chuckling as he went at the consternation which his appearance would create amongst the turnkeys.