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“STOP! STOP THE EXECUTIONS!”
Jonathan Randall rode hard into Wentworth Prison, hoping beyond hope that he was in time. As he rode past, soldiers jumped to attention and moved out his way as the horse galloped into the square. Just in time. Randall halted his horse, staring at the man on the gallows with a rope around his neck.
James Fraser.
So they had caught him after all.
The news had been surprising to Jonathan, who’d come back from visiting the Duke of Sandringham the previous day. A redcoat came up to him asking about the delay. Jonathan leaned down to speak to the non-commissioned officer. “I need that man in a solitary dungeon cell. I’m granting him a temporary stay of execution. He has information that is valuable to the crown.”
“Untie the prisoner,” the soldier ordered, “and put him in a dungeon cell.” Jonathan watched as the noose was removed from Fraser’s neck, and he was led off the gibbet and towards him. The horse was uneasy at being approached, but Jonathan held the reins and kept the horse steady, his eyes never leaving Fraser’s. The prisoner was shocked, and no doubt wondering what Jack had in store for him. Jonathan’s mouth twisted as he grinned when Fraser was escorted past. He could get in to trouble for this, but this is something he had wanted for years, and he wouldn’t be thwarted now.