[Newton Forster by Frederick Marryat]@TWC D-Link bookNewton Forster CHAPTER XII 7/12
"I never saw the prison in England which could hold me when I felt inclined to walk out of it; and as for their bars, I reckon them at about an hour's work.
I never travel without my little friends;"-- and Collins, taking off his old hat, removed the lining, and produced a variety of small saws made from watch-springs, files, and other instruments.
"Then," continued he, "with these, and this piece of tallow stuck outside my hat, I will be through those bars in no time.
French iron ar'n't worth a d--n, and the sentry sha'n't hear me if he lolls against them; although it may be just as well if Thompson tips us a stave, as then we may work the faster." "I say, Bill," observed Hillson, "who is your friend ?" "I don't know--he may be the governor; but this I do know, for the honour of freemasonry, we may trust him and all like him; so just mind your own business, Tom." "He said he would be here at dark," observed Newton. "Yes,--I must prepare--go to the grating, some of you, that they may not look in upon me." This unexpected prospect of deliverance created an anxious joy in the breasts of the prisoners; the day appeared interminable.
At last, the shades of night set in, and a clouded sky with mizzling rain raised their hopes.
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