See you presently.

Something's up.

One of my mates is a-signalling me." "Mates, monsieur?
Mates?
Signalling?
I shall not understand the vords.
But yes, vat shall that mean--eh ?" "Good Lord, don't bother me now! I--I mean, wait a bit.

That's the call to 'head off' someone, and--By George! There he is now, coming head on, the hound, and running like the wind!" For of a sudden, through a break in the traffic, a scudding figure had sprung into sight--the figure of a man in a grey frock-coat and a shining "topper," a well-groomed, well-set-up man, with a small, turned-up moustache and hair of that peculiar purplish-red one sees only on the shell of a roasted chestnut.

As he swung into sight, the distant whistle shrilled again; far off in the distance voices sent up cries of "Head him off!" "Stop that man!" _et cetera_; then those on the pavement near to the fugitive took up the cry, joined in pursuit, and in a twinkling, what with cabmen, tram-men, draymen, and pedestrians shouting, there was hubbub enough for Hades.
"A swell pickpocket, I'll lay my life," commented Collins, as he squared himself for an encounter and made ready to leap on the man when he came within gripping distance.