And, profiting by the momentary slackening of Milo's grasp, he made one wildly scrambling dive across the hall, vaulting over the excited Bobby Burns (and losing a handful of his disreputable trousers to the dog's jaws in the process) and volleying over the threshold with the speed of an express train.
While Standish nursed his sorely-bitten hand, Brice watched the lad's lightning progress across the lawn.
Then, still standing in the open doorway, he called back, laughingly to the two others: "Part of my well-built scheme has gone to smash.

He didn't stop to look for any of his clansmen.

Not even the redoubtable Pop.

He just beat it for the hidden path, without hitting the ground more than about once, on the way.

And he dived into the path like a rabbit.
He'll never stop till he reaches the beach.