For some time after he was locked up in this prison Jack continued in a very dejected state.  Deserted by his older companion in iniquity, and instigator to crime, he did not know what might become of him; nor, as we have observed, was the sad spectacle he had just witnessed, without effect.  Though within the last two days he had committed several heinous offences, and one of a darker dye than any with which the reader has been made acquainted, his breast was not yet so callous as to be wholly insensible to the stings of conscience.  Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber.  When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him.  Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor.  He ate of the bread with great appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the water, poured the rest on the floor.  His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned.  And here he was first visited by that genius which, in his subsequent career, prompted him to so many bold and successful attempts.  Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it.  The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—­the walls too thick:  but the ceiling,—­if he could reach it—­there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet.  While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork.  Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design.  He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night.  Time wore on somewhat slowly with the prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. Dump popped his head into the cage.  He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothing further till morning.  To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin.  The latter request, though treated with supreme contempt by Mr. Dump, made an impression on some one outside; for not long after the constable departed, Jack heard a tap at the door, and getting up at the summons, he perceived the tube of a pipe inserted between the bars.  At once divining the meaning of this ingenious device, he applied his mouth to the tube, and sucked away, while the person outside poured spirit into