He had a queer basket strapped on his hip, and with a small rod he sent a long line spinning before him down the creek, deftly manipulating with it a little floating object.

He was closer Elnora than her mother, but Mrs.Comstock thought possibly by hurrying she could remain unseen and yet warn the girl that a stranger was coming.

As she approached the bridge, she caught a sapling and leaned over the water to call Elnora.

With her lips parted to speak she hesitated a second to watch a sort of insect that flashed past on the water, when a splash from the man attracted the girl.
She was under the bridge, one knee planted in the embankment and a foot braced to support her.

Her hair was tousled by wind and bushes, her face flushed, and she lifted her arms above her head, working to loosen a cocoon she had found.