It was so dark that twenty thieves instead of two would have found it useless to follow me.
How long it was before I reached the farmhouse--the nearest place to which I could fly for refuge--I cannot tell you.

I remember that I had just sense enough to keep the wind at my back (having observed in the beginning of the evening that it blew toward Moor Farm), and to go on resolutely through the darkness.

In all other respects I was by this time half crazed by what I had gone through.

If it had so happened that the wind had changed after I had observed its direction early in the evening, I should have gone astray, and have probably perished of fatigue and exposure on the moor.

Providentially, it still blew steadily as it had blown for hours past, and I reached the farmhouse with my clothes wet through, and my brain in a high fever.