Then the Prince turns his charger, and gives them the slip.
“You have not got me yet,” says he: “follow who may,
He must gallop who’s going to take me to-day!
You’ll excuse my not stopping to talk of details—
I am off in a hurry!” says Albert of Wales.
Then in haste follows Staveley, and off gallops Grant:
“Hallo there!”—“Hold him, now!”—“Oh, I’ll stop him!”—“You Can’t!”
Down the Hill the Prince goes, seeming little to reck
That the Heir to the Throne can break only one neck.
“It’s at this sort of speed that they carry the mails;