The exercise had warmed my blood, and I was beginning to enjoy myself amazingly.

As I went I breakfasted on the dusty remnants of the ginger biscuits.
I knew very little about the country, and I hadn't a notion what I was going to do.

I trusted to the strength of my legs, but I was well aware that those behind me would be familiar with the lie of the land, and that my ignorance would be a heavy handicap.

I saw in front of me a sea of hills, rising very high towards the south, but northwards breaking down into broad ridges which separated wide and shallow dales.
The ridge I had chosen seemed to sink after a mile or two to a moor which lay like a pocket in the uplands.

That seemed as good a direction to take as any other.
My stratagem had given me a fair start--call it twenty minutes--and I had the width of a glen behind me before I saw the first heads of the pursuers.