It was well I did so, for no sooner had I gained the hollow than, looking back, I saw the pursuit topping the ridge from which I had descended.
After that I did not look back; I had no time.

I ran up the burnside, crawling over the open places, and for a large part wading in the shallow stream.

I found a deserted cottage with a row of phantom peat-stacks and an overgrown garden.

Then I was among young hay, and very soon had come to the edge of a plantation of wind-blown firs.
From there I saw the chimneys of the house smoking a few hundred yards to my left.

I forsook the burnside, crossed another dyke, and almost before I knew was on a rough lawn.