But they did not make for the wood, as I expected, but for the open heath.

They ran like deer up the swell of a rising ground and passed over it.
When I came to the top of that I saw a wide stretch of bare land before me, like miles of that which we had passed, hardly heather-covered, and stony, and over it fled the men.

There was no place where they could hide.

And yet before my very eyes they vanished.

One after another they went till but one was left, still flying.