I could hear by his labouring breath that he was very blown.

He walked straight over the crest till he was out of sight of Ranna, and flung himself on the ground.

He was now about fifty yards from me, and I made shift to lessen the distance.

There was a grassy trench skirting the north side of the hill, deep and thickly overgrown with heather.

I wound my way along it till I was about twelve yards from him, where I stuck, owing to the trench dying away.