Escape becomes a certainty.
Haste! for with stern, relentless will
One rider’s on thy traces still!
’Tis bold Jonathan Blaker who sticks to his prey
In this somewhat unfeeling, though business-like way.
But even he, too, is beginning to find
That the pace is so good he’ll be soon left behind.
He presses his horse on with hand and with heel,
He rams in the persuaders too hard a great deal;
’Tis but labour in vain,