There, finding they were close upon his Back,
Quickly[104] bounc’d out, and jump’d upon a Hack;
In wild disorder, and in strange dismay,
Spurr’d thro’ the Crowd, in hopes to steal away.
Our Hero, in mean time, dash’d to and fro,
By accident o’ertook poor scampering Joe—
And with his Sabre lent him such a Lick,
’Twas lucky that poor Joe’s skull was Thick,
Who, to avoid the Blow, was stooping down—