Walter stamped his feet and swung his arms for some time to restore the circulation.
He had no idea in which direction he had been travelling, for he did not know whether the road from which he had started ran north, south, east, or west.

He noticed that the wind had changed; for, whereas he had lain down under the lee of the wall, it was now the weather side.

He walked in the same direction as before for two hours, and could then go no farther.
He had seen no signs of human habitation, and had not crossed a road or even a footpath.

Since starting in the morning he had passed no more walls or fences, and, as far as his eye could reach through the driving rain, nothing was to be seen save a desolate expanse of moor and bog.

He was, at any rate, free from pursuit for the time, and he thought more of obtaining food and shelter than of the Enniskilleners.
It was useless pushing further on, even had he been able to do so, while the rain lasted; for he might have passed within a quarter of a mile of a habitation without seeing it.