He turned to watch their graceful flight, and saw another phalanx of clouds coming up behind to meet and cope with those already hurrying in with the wind from the sea.

The darkness of the sky was deepening every minute, and he began to feel a little uneasy.

He realised that he had lost his way, and he looked on all sides for some glimpse of a main road, but could see none, and the path he had followed evidently terminated at the summit where he stood.

To return to the valley he had left seemed futile, as it was only a way back to Minehead, which place he wished to avoid.

There was a small sheep track winding down on the other side of the hill, and he thought it possible that this might lead to a farm-road, which again might take him out on some more direct highway.