Throwing the blanket over his left arm and shouldering the iron bar, he again clambered up the chimney; regained the Red Room; hurried along the first passage; crossed the Chapel; threaded the entry to the Lower Leads; and, in less than ten minutes after quitting the Castle, had reached the northern extremity of the prison. "If you were sure o' that we might seize him, and get the reward for his apprehension. You are doing your best to break our friendship. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. It forbids—all sorts of things. "'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper.
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