“Ah!” he cried, laughing, after doing it again, “the burnt child dreads the fire!  Old Orlick knowed you was burnt, Old Orlick knowed you was smuggling your uncle Provis away, Old Orlick’s a match for you and know’d you’d come to-night!  Now I’ll tell you something more, wolf, and this ends it.  There’s them that’s as good a match for your uncle Provis as Old Orlick has been for you.  Let him ’ware them, when he’s lost his nevvy!  Let him ’ware them, when no man can’t find a rag of his dear relation’s clothes, nor yet a bone of his body.  There’s them that can’t and that won’t have Magwitch — yes, I know the name! — alive in the same land with them, and that’s had such sure information of him when he was alive in another land, as that he couldn’t and shouldn’t leave it unbeknown and put them in danger.  P’raps it’s them that writes fifty hands, and that’s not like sneaking you as writes but one.  ’Ware Compeyson, Magwitch, and the gallows!”

He flared the candle at me again, smoking my face and hair, and for an instant blinding me, and turned his powerful back as he replaced the light on the table.  I had thought a prayer, and had been with Joe and Biddy and Herbert, before he turned towards me again.

There was a clear space of a few feet between the table and the opposite wall.  Within this space, he now slouched backwards and forwards.  His great strength seemed to sit stronger upon him than ever before, as he did this with his hands hanging loose and heavy at his sides, and with his eyes scowling at me.  I had no grain of hope left.  Wild as my inward hurry was, and wonderful the force of the pictures that rushed by me instead of thoughts, I could yet clearly understand that unless he had resolved that I was within a few moments of surely perishing out of all human knowledge, he would never have told me what he had told.

Of a sudden, he stopped, took the cork out of his bottle, and tossed it away.  Light as it was, I heard it fall like a plummet.  He swallowed slowly, tilting up the bottle by little and little, and now he looked at me no more.  The last few drops of liquor he poured into the palm of his hand, and licked up.  Then, with a sudden hurry of violence and swearing horribly, he threw the bottle from him, and stooped; and I saw in his hand a stone-hammer with a long heavy handle.

The resolution I had made did not desert me, for, without uttering one vain word of appeal to him, I shouted out with all my might, and struggled with all my might.  It was only my head and my legs that I could move, but to that extent I struggled with all the force, until then unknown, that was within me.  In the same instant I heard responsive shouts, saw figures and a gleam of light dash in at the door, heard voices and tumult, and saw Orlick emerge from a struggle of men, as if it were tumbling water, clear the table at a leap, and fly out into the night.

After a blank, I found that I was lying unbound, on the floor, in the same place, with my head on some one’s knee.  My eyes were fixed on the ladder against the wall, when I came to myself — had opened on it before my mind saw it — and thus as I recovered consciousness, I knew that I was in the place where I had lost it.