As he ran footsteps echoed in the narrow street behind him. Ducking through an archway he flattened himself against a wall gaining a few seconds before they realised and returned.
Up the cobbled lane and out into open countryside. Finally downhill till he burst onto a pebble beach. No hiding his presence now. But he could hear too when his pursuers gained the beach.
Possibility of success glinted in his eyes, up the bank, being caught less likely now….
With an almighty leap he landed in their camp, tore up the flag pole thereby claiming victory for his team.
Tread, Doodle & Scrawl 