above water,
Sir Rowland sunk, and his groans, which had become gradually fainter and
fainter, were heard no more.

"All's over," muttered Jonathan.

"Shall ve go back to de other room?" asked the Jew. "I shall breathe
more freely dere. Oh! Christ! de door's shut! It musht have schwung to
during de schuffle!"

"Shut!" exclaimed Wild. "Then we're imprisoned. The spring can't be
opened on this side."

"Dere's de other door!" cried Mendez, in alarm.

"It only leads to the fencing crib," replied Wild. "There's no outlet
that way."

"Can't ve call for asshistanche?"

"And who'll find us, if we do?" rejoined Wild, fiercely. "But they
_will_ find the evidences of slaughter in the other room,--the table
upset,--the bloody cloth,--the dead man's sword,--the money,--and my
memorandum, which I forgot to remove. Hell's curses! that after all my
precautions I should be thus entrapped. It's all your fault, you shaking
coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness,
I'd throw you into the well, too."

CHAPTER XIII.

The Supper at Mr. Kneebone's.

Persuaded that Jack Sheppard would keep his appointment with Mr.
Kneebone, and feeling certain of capturing him if he did so, Shotbolt,
on quitting Newgate, hurried to the New Prison to prepare for the
enterprise. After debating with himself for some time whether he should
employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain
overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. Accordingly,
having armed himself with various weapons, including a stout oaken staff
then ordinarily borne by the watch, and put a coil of rope and a gag in
his pocket, to be ready in case of need, he set out, about ten o'clock,
on the expedition.

Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see how
matters were going on, and found Mrs. Spurling and Austin at their
evening meal, with Caliban in attendance.

"Well, Mr. Shotbolt," cried the turnkey, "I've good news for you. Mr.
Wild has doubled his offer, and the governor has likewise proclaimed a
reward of one hundred guineas for Jack's apprehension."

"You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt.

"Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. "I ought to tell
you that Mr. Wild's reward is conditional upon Jack's being taken before
to-morrow morning. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting
it."

"You think so, eh?" chuckled Shotbolt, who was eagerly perusing the
reward, an