And so sudden and well-directed was the assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist.
"Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!" he shouted, as that personage, who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrived to pick himself up.

"Look quick, d--n you, or we shall never master him!" "Murder!" shrieked Mrs.Wood, at the top of her voice.
"Here's a pistol!" cried Thames, darting towards the undischarged weapon dropped by Blueskin in the scuffle, and pointing it at Jonathan.

"Shall I shoot him ?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs.Wood; "that's the surest way!" "No! no! give it me!" vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, and rushing to the door, against which he placed his back.
"I'll soon settle this business.

Jonathan Wild!" he added, in a loud voice, "I command you to release your prisoner." "So I will," replied Jonathan, who, with Blueskin's aid, had succeeded in slipping a pair of handcuffs over the woollen-draper's wrists, "when I've Mr.Walpole's order to that effect--but not before." "You'll take the consequences, then ?" "Willingly." "In that case I arrest you, and your confederate, Joseph Blake, alias Blueskin, on a charge of felony," returned Wood, brandishing his staff; "resist my authority, if you dare." "A clever device," replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn.

Let us pass, Sir.