Jack took hold of the door, as if to steady himself, then, in an instant, darting through, pulled it after him (just missing Sellick's fingers), turned the key on the outside, went down the stairway with flying leaps, and ran as for his life; leaving court, constable, witnesses, and spectators locked up in the room together, prisoners in his place, with abundant leisure to find something to laugh at besides him and his spilled milk!
