A larger number of men than usual were assembled, and among them was Black Jim.

The men were all talking excitedly, and were evidently furious at the news that the pugilist had just told them.
"Those are the gents that have given me the office," he said, as Flash and his companion entered.

"They can tell yer he is one of that cursed Bow Street lot." "That is right enough, my men," Flash said.

"He and four of his mates broke into a place where we were having a bit of play, three weeks since, marched us all away to Bow Street, and shut the place up.

I don't know what he is down here for, but you may be sure that it's for no good to some of you.