I realized it as I drove back and noted how hill after hill showed traces of the ancient people.
Barrymore's only indication had been that the stranger lived in one of these abandoned huts, and many hundreds of them are scattered throughout the length and breadth of the moor.

But I had my own experience for a guide since it had shown me the man himself standing upon the summit of the Black Tor.

That, then, should be the centre of my search.

From there I should explore every hut upon the moor until I lighted upon the right one.

If this man were inside it I should find out from his own lips, at the point of my revolver if necessary, who he was and why he had dogged us so long.