He has eluded the police and their 'clues' so far; therefore, I imagine he must have largely altered his dress and exterior." "I will find him," I answered, "if he is anywhere within twenty miles of Hartland." She waved her hand to me in farewell.

I rode on after she left me towards the high promontory in front, the wildest and least-visited part of North Devon.

Torrents of rain had fallen during the night; the slimy cart-ruts and cattle-tracks on the moor were brimming with water.

It was a lowering day.

The clouds drifted low.