There was go in the dragon yet.

And with a yell of fury it set off across the plain, wriggling its green rattling length towards--the Princess.
And now there was no time to think whether one was afraid or not.

Philip went down those tower stairs more quickly than he had ever gone down stairs in his life, and he was not bad at stairs even at ordinary times.
He put his sword over his shoulder as you do a gun, and ran.

Like the dragon he made straight for the Princess.

And now it was a race between him and the dragon.