Jonathan Wild?" asked the attendant, in great trepidation. ” “That sounds more promising,” Lady Lescelles declared. Two separate search parties were formed to hike the areas near the Greene River as a panic spread over the town of Princeton Hills. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Emerging from this aperture, he was about to descend, when he was alarmed by hearing the tramp of horses' feet swiftly approaching, and had only time to hide himself behind one of the largest signboards before alluded to when two horsemen rode up. “Rubbish!” he answered. ‘What, is Nicholas dead?’ He saw the two of them exchange glances and an instinct of danger rose up.
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