Away below me I saw another broadish valley, and it occurred to me that if I crossed it I might find some remote inn to pass the night.

The evening was now drawing in, and I was furiously hungry, for I had eaten nothing since breakfast except a couple of buns I had bought from a baker's cart.

Just then I heard a noise in the sky, and lo and behold there was that infernal aeroplane, flying low, about a dozen miles to the south and rapidly coming towards me.
I had the sense to remember that on a bare moor I was at the aeroplane's mercy, and that my only chance was to get to the leafy cover of the valley.

Down the hill I went like blue lightning, screwing my head round, whenever I dared, to watch that damned flying machine.

Soon I was on a road between hedges, and dipping to the deep-cut glen of a stream.