Next came the door, secured luckily with only a hasp and padlock.

Thrusting the bolt of his handcuffs through a small window in the door, he succeeded in forcing the hasp and regaining his liberty about three o'clock in the morning.
Not long after sunrise, he passed nigh Brentford, some six or seven miles from the capital.

So great was his hunger that downright starvation seemed before him.

He chewed grass, and swallowed it.

Upon first escaping from the hulk, six English pennies was all the money he had.