Alan popped round too at lunchtime but I politely told him to hop it and call back later. He was a bit miffed but three was definitely a crowd. 2003, Stephen Walton, Interference, Lulu, published 2007, →ISBN, page 160:
‘[…] But when the others found out about it they got a bit restive, and I had to hop it. One of them pitched a spear at me. […]’ 1952, Charlotte Jay, Beat Not the Bones, Wakefield Press, published 2000, →ISBN, page 13:
It has been rather misty for several mornings, so I told my pal to get ready and we would hop it the next day. 1918 June 15, Private John A. Scott, “A Prisoner of War”, in The Saturday Evening Post, page 28:
"You stop that!" cried a voice in the passage. "It's that blasted Jewess!" said the woman. She went to the kitchen door. "What the 'ell are you doing in our 'ouse? 'Op it, quick, or it will be the worse for you!" 1925 July – 1926 May, A[rthur] Conan Doyle, “(please specify the chapter number)”, in The Land of Mist (eBook no. 0601351h.html), Australia: Project Gutenberg Australia, published April 2019: