She reached the swamp before she knew it, carrying five fine cocoons of different species as her reward.

She pushed back her hair and gazed around longingly.

A few rods inside she thought she saw cocoons on a bush, to which she went, and found several.
Sense of caution was rapidly vanishing; she was in a fair way to forget everything and plunge into the swamp when she thought she heard footsteps coming down the trail.

She went back, and came out almost facing Pete Corson.
That ended her difficulty.

She had known him since childhood.