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"One of us has got to die," he panted. "I've not quite done yet," said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys. Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack
struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that
they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the
hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the
fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John
Oldcastle's. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. Jackson.
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