About six in the evening
I did not like this espionage from the air , and I began to think less well of the countryside I had chosen for a refuge . These heather hills were no sort of cover if my enemies were in the sky , and I must find a different kind of sanctuary . I looked with more satisfaction to the green country beyond the ridge , for there I should find woods and stone houses . About six in the evening I came out of the moorland to a white ribbon of road which wound up the narrow vale of a lowland stream . As I followed it , fields gave place to bent , the glen became a plateau , and presently I had reached a kind of pass where a solitary house smoked in the twilight . The road swung over a bridge , and leaning on the parapet was a young man . He was smoking a long clay pipe and studying the water with spectacled eyes .