It was not an easy job, with about five minutes to spare, to tell a stranger who I was and what I wanted,and to win his aid. I did not attempt it. There was something about the eye of the man before me,something so keen and knowledgeable, that I could not find a word. I simply stared at him and stuttered.
'You seem in a hurry, my friend,' he said slowly.
I nodded towards the window. It gave a prospect across the moor through a gap in the plantation, and revealed certain figures half a mile off straggling through the heather.