to thwart him.”
“Pish!” cried Jack: “I don’t value his anger a straw. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. He daren’t quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. I’ve my own reasons for disliking this job.”
“Well, you know I always act under your orders, Captain,” returned Blueskin; “and if you give the word to retreat, I shall obey, of course: but I know what Edgeworth Bess will say when we go home empty-handed.”
“Why what will she say?” inquired Sheppard.
“That we were afraid,” replied the other; “but never mind her.”
“Ay; but I do mind her,” cried Jack upon whom his comrade’s observation had produced the desired effect. “We’ll do it.”
“That’s right, Captain,” rejoined Blueskin. “You pledged yourself to Mr. Wild —”
“I did,” interrupted Jack; “and I never yet broke an engagement. Though a thief, Jack Sheppard is a man of his word.”
“To be sure he is,” acquiesced Blueskin. “I should like to meet the man who would dare to gainsay it.”
“One word before we begin, Blueskin,” said Jack, authoritatively; “in case the family should be alarmed — mind, no violence. There’s one person in the house whom I wouldn’t frighten for the world.”
“Wood’s daughter, I suppose?” observed the other.
“You’ve hit it,” answered Sheppard.
“What say you to carrying her off, Captain?” suggested Blueskin. “If you’ve a fancy for the girl, we might do it.”
“No — no,” laughed Jack. “Bess wouldn’t bear a rival. But if you wish to do old Wood a friendly turn, you may bring his wife.”
“I shouldn’t mind ridding him of her,” said Blueskin, gruffly; “and if she comes in my way, may the devil seize me if I don’t make short work with her!”
“You forget,” rejoined Jack, sternly, “I’ve just said I’ll have no violence — mind that.”
Jack Sheppard & Blueskin in Mr Wood's bed-room
With this, they dismounted; and fastening their horses to a tree, proceeded towards the house. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. Presently they came to a wall, on the other side of which the dog began to bark violently; but Blueskin tossed him a piece of prepared meat, and uttering a low growl, he became silent. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden at the back of the house. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. Arrived there, Jack felt about for a particular window; and having discovered the object of his search, and received the necessary implements from his companion, he instantly commenced operations. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open — then the window — and they were in the room. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment’s obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. The operation was effected with so much rapidity and so little noise, that even if any one had been on the alert, he could scarcely have detected it. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. Having ascertained by the breathing which room Thames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. He then tried the door of Mr. Wood’s bed-chamber — it was locked, with the key left in it. This occasioned a little delay; but Jack, whose skill as a workman in the particular line he had chosen was unequalled, and who laughed at difficulties, speedily cut out a panel by means of a centre-bit and knife, took the key from the other side, and unlocked the door. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. The loud noise proceeding from the couch proved that their slumbers were deep and real; and unconscious of the danger in which she stood, Mrs. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. During this movement, Jack grasped the barrel of his pistol, held in his breath, and motioned to Blueskin, who bared a long knife, to keep still. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crow-bar. While he was filling his pockets with golden coin from this store, Blueskin had pulled the plate-chest from under the bed, and having forced it open, began filling a canvass bag with its contents — silver coffee-pots, chocolate-dishes, waiters trays, tankards, goblets, and candlesticks. It might be supposed that these articles, when thrust together into the bag, would have jingled; but these skilful practitioners managed matters so well that no noise was made. After rifling the room of everything portable, including some of Mrs. Wood’s ornaments and wearing apparel, they prepared to depart. Jack then intimated his intention of visiting Winifred’s chamber, in which several articles of value were known to be kept; but as, notwithstanding his reckless character, he still retained a feeling of respect for the object of his boyish affections, he would not suffer Blueskin to accompany him, so he commanded him to keep watch over the sleepers — strictly enjoining him, however, to do them no injury. Again having recourse to the centre-bit — for Winifred’s door was locked — Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter’s chamber. The next moment, a struggle was heard, and Blueskin appeared at the door, followed by Mrs. Wood.
Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to come after him.
But Blueskin found it impossible to make off — at least with the spoil — Mrs. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag.
“Give back the things!” cried the, lady. “Help! — help, Mr. Wood!”
“Leave go!” thundered Blueskin —“leave go — you’d better!”— and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife.
“No, I won’t leave go!” screamed Mrs. Wood. “Fire! — murder — thieves! — I’ve got one of ’em!”
“Come along,” cried Jack.
“I can’t,” answered Blueskin. “This she-devil has got hold of the sack. Leave go, I tell you!” and he forced open the knife with his teeth.
“Help! — murder! — thieves!” screamed Mrs. Wood; —“Owen — Owen! — Thames, help!”
“Coming!” cried Mr. Wood, leaping from the bed. “Where are you?”
“Here,” replied Mrs. Wood. “Help — I’ll hold him!”
“Leave her,” cried Jack, darting down stairs, amid a furious ringing of bells — “the house is alarmed — follow me!”
“Curses light on you!” cried Blueskin, savagely; “since you won’t be advised, take your fate.”
And seizing her by the hair, he pulled back her head, and drew the knife with all his force across her throat. There was
