Hear me, ESCAPE! He saw that with but one earth box left, and a pack of men following like dogs after a fox, this London was no place for him.

He have take his last earth box on board a ship, and he leave the land.

He think to escape, but no! We follow him.

Tally Ho! As friend Arthur would say when he put on his red frock! Our old fox is wily.

Oh! So wily, and we must follow with wile.