The run across the moor in the fresh spring air revived him a little.
As they spun down to the valley of the Dart, Mansus touched his arm.
"Look at that," he said, and pointed to the blue heavens where, a mile above their heads, a white-winged aeroplane, looking no larger than a very distant dragon fly, shimmered in the sunlight.
"By Jove!" said T.X.

"What an excellent way for a man to escape!" "It's about the only way," said Mansus.
The significance of the aeroplane was borne in upon T.X.a few minutes later when he was held up by an armed guard.

A glance at his card was enough to pass him.
"What is the matter ?" he asked.
"A prisoner has escaped," said the sentry.
"Escaped--by aeroplane ?" asked T.X.
"I don't know anything about aeroplanes, sir.

All I know is that one of the working party got away." The car came to the gates of the prison and T.X.sprang out, followed by his assistant.

He had no difficulty in finding the Governor, a greatly perturbed man, for an escape is a very serious matter.
The official was inclined to be brusque in his manner, but again the magic card produced a soothing effect.
"I am rather rattled," said the Governor.