“The fools！” he said to himself. “Now those brutes will eat the rings along with the children and I’ll never be able to get home again. What a selfish little boy that Digory is！ And the others are just as bad. If they want to throw away their own lives， that‘s their business. But what about me？ They don’t seem to think of that. No one thinks of me.”
Finally， when a whole crowd of animals came rushing towards him， he turned and ran for his life. And now anyone could see that the air of that young world was really doing the old gentleman good. In London he had been far too old to run： now， he ran at a speed which would have made him certain to win the hundred yards‘ race at any Prep school in England. His coat.tails flying out behind him were a fine sight. But of course it was no use. Many of the animals behind him were swift ones； it was the first run they had ever taken in their lives and they were all longing to use their new muscles. “After him！ After him！” they shouted. “Perhaps he’s that Neevil！ Tally.ho！ Tantivy！ Cut him off ！ Round him up！ Keep it up！ Hurray！”