"Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path.
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