He did not know what a poacher was: perhaps he was one himself, and the man would shoot him.

They could see him quite well from the other side! he must cross the knoll first, and then he might lie down and rest.

He would get right into the heather, and lie with it all around and over him till the night came.

Where he would go then, he did not know.

But it was all one; he could go anywhere.