I waited no longer, but started running for dear life up the shoulder of the down.
The swim and the chill breeze had numbed my legs and arms.

After a few hundred yards, however, I felt life coming back to them, and I ran like a hare.

I was stark naked, and here and there my feet struck a heather root pushed above the turf, or wounded themselves on low-lying sprouts of furze; but as my eyes grew used to the dark sward I learned to avoid these.

So close the night hung around me that even on the sky-line I had no fear of being spied.

I crossed the ridge and tore down the farther slope; stumbled through a muddy brook and mounted another hillside.