My lack of local knowledge might very well be my undoing, and I resolved to get out of this tangle of glens to the pocket of moor I had seen from the tops.

I must so increase my distance as to get clear away from them, and I believed I could do this if I could find the right ground for it.

If there had been cover I would have tried a bit of stalking, but on these bare slopes you could see a fly a mile off.

My hope must be in the length of my legs and the soundness of my wind, but I needed easier ground for that, for I was not bred a mountaineer.

How I longed for a good Afrikander pony! I put on a great spurt and got off my ridge and down into the moor before any figures appeared on the skyline behind me.