Tag: Spring-heeled Jack

The cover of the last issue of Spring-Heeled Jack, The Terror of London penny dreadful No. 48, 1886. Justice served, the Spring-Heeled Jack costume is now discarded on the floor.

Spring-Heeled Jack seized Carston in his monkish garb and swung him up above his head. “Your race is run,” he cried. “Die, villain, die!”

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #11

Like a meteor Spring-Heeled Jack spring upon the would-be assassin. “Look to yourself, Sir Whittaker,” screamed the knave, “the fiend himself is here!” “Ay, here to defend the right!” Jack thundered.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #10

Both pistols rang out just as Spring-heeled Jack, bounding clean over the flying steed, gripped the halter-rope; both bullets struck home, and he spun round in mid air and fell with a crash.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #9

“Look to yourself!” screeched Jonas Gaunt, and turned his horse and dashed from the road. The words had scarcely reached Lord Quinton’s ears when something alighted on his horse, and a hand of steel gripped him. He was in the clutches of Spring-heeled Jack.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #8

As an arrow speeds from a bow, Spring-heeled Jack rode in the air, and as he hovered for a moment between the bayonets, a pistol gleaming in his hand. There was a spurt of fire, the officer fell, and then Spring-heeled Jack was gone.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #7

“Spring-heeled Jack on a white horse!” Joe Braid shrieked. All three started at a run, puffing, blowing and panting for breath, with Spring-heeled Jack, sitting astride the white steed, his arms thrown up and uttering terrible cries, thundering behind them.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #6

“The door is locked, and there is no help for you!” Sedgefiled hissed, clutching the girl’s arm as he drew his sword. “Liar! where I am there is help for the weak and oppressed!” The doors of a cabinet flew open, and Spring-heeled Jack appeared.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #5

There came the sound of a bell, deep and muffled. “Listen!” Colonel Manfred gasped, his eyes wide with terror, “there is someone moving without. Ah, look!” Inch by inch the door was opening, then a spectre form, gaunt and fantastic, glided into the room

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #4

Swift as lightning the bully delivered his thrust, and La Croix dropped into Marchon’s arms. “So much for that insult,” La Rouge sneered. He had scarcely spoken when from the wood their came a fiendish cry. “Spring-Heeled Jack!” Le Rouge exclaimed.

Spring-Heeled Jack, 1904, issue #3