Stand back, boys!" And though he was as little burdened with a licence as the man under pursuit, he shouted: "Help, help! ...

for God's sake, don't let 'em have me!" shot down the slope, and was off like the wind.
His foxly object was attained.

The attention of the hunters was diverted.

Long Jim, seizing the moment, vanished underground.
The younger man ran with the lightness of a hare.

He had also the hare's address in doubling and turning.