This little creature, when pursued by its enemies, discharges an inky fluid which obscures the water all around, and then it starts off and escapes.
One dark night, at two o'clock in the morning, there came to the door of the Dun Cow an invalid carriage, or rather omnibus, with a spring-bed and every convenience.

The wheels were covered thick with India-rubber; relays had been provided, and Monckton and his party rolled along day and night to Liverpool.

The detectives followed, six hours later, and traced them to Liverpool very cleverly, and, with the assistance of the police, raked the town for them, and got all the great steamers watched, especially those that were bound westward, ho! But their bird was at sea, in a Liverpool merchant's own steamboat, hired for a two months' trip.
The pursuers found this out too, but a fortnight too late.
"It's no go, Bill," said one to the other.

"There's a lawyer and a pot of money against us.

Let it sleep awhile." The steamboat coasted England in beautiful weather; the sick man began to revive, and to eat a little, and to talk a little, and to suffer a good deal at times.