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“You’ll hang right nicely with all the other scum.”
      “Albert, can’t you see the bloody man is passed out?”  The other guard asked, a bit of pity in his voice. “Come along and help me get him out of the way.”
      “Are you mad?  He smells like horse dung!”
      “Well, either we move him or we run him over.”
      “Then it’s settled, we run him over,” Albert quipped.
    The other guard stifled a chuckle, but thankfully stayed diligent.  “Come along, let’s get this over with,” he said.
    He began to rise from his seat; Albert sighed deeply but reluctantly did the same.  As soon as they were both standing, they instantly froze as they heard me pull back both hammers on my pistols. 
      “Put both of your grubby paws up, very slowly,” I ordered in a stern voice.  They both obliged, but Albert started to turn around to face me.  “Albert, I’d keep that nose pointed east, mate--unless of course you’d like to lose it.”
      “You’ll hang for this,” he replied back through clenched teeth.
      “Gentlemen, no one is hanging tonight,” Gordon, now on his feet and holding a blunderbuss, replied.  “Throw any weapons you’ve got onto the street.”  Both guards glanced silently at each other.  It was obvious they were contemplating trying something stupid.  “You only get one warning,” Gordon stated, reading their thoughts.  There was another moment of hesitation.  Gordon pulled back the hammer on the blunderbuss.  This time the guards hurriedly threw pistols and swords onto the street.
      “I want both of you to slowly exit the carriage,” I commanded.  This time there was no verbal response from Albert.  Both of the guards did as they were told. 
      “Walk into the graveyard,” Gordon ordered and again they did as they were told. 
    He then snatched a ring of keys off a loop on Albert’s pants and tossed it to me.  I made my way down onto the carriage’s red cushioned seat and just as I was about to grab a side rail and swing around to release Andy Bonnet, our plan began to unravel.  I noticed a redcoat on horseback rounding the corner at Tower Street.  As soon as I saw him, I froze, hoping deep down that if I was still enough and quiet enough he wouldn’t see me.  For a brief moment, it seemed that my silent prayers would work.  He didn’t even give me a passing glance and prepared to turn toward York Street.  But then Albert noticed him too.   
      “Jail break!” he barked.  “Jail break!”
    The red coat turned toward us and immediately realized what was happening.  He held two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly.  I could hear at least two more horses galloping from somewhere out of view, probably further down York Street. 
    I glanced in Gordon’s direction but there was no need for me to beckon him.  He was already climbing on board the carriage. 
      “Quickly, grab the reigns!”
    As soon as Gordon had the carriage moving, I grabbed the side rail and swung around to unlock the prison door.  I took a quick glance behind us and saw what I expected.  Three red coats were thundering toward us, their horses in full sprint.  I forced myself to look away and put my focus back on the key ring.  There were at least ten different keys to choose from on the ring.  I estimated that I only had enough time to try about three of them before the red coats caught up to us.  I jabbed the first key into the hole…it didn’t work.  I tried another key with the same frustrating result.  A pair of shackled hands suddenly poked out from between the bars of the door’s window.  I peered into the carriage and realized the hands belonged to Andy Bonnett.  His head was covered with a black bag, and I could hear him speak, but the sound was so muffled I was unable to understand what he was saying.  I thrust the ring of keys into his hands. 
      “Here mate,” I shouted.  “Get your shackles off and then work on getting this door