He had seen him under such tense conditions that he could never forget the man.
The turn of his shoulders, the movement of his head--all were familiar.
And Harry had a great respect for the keenness and intelligence of Shepard.

He could not forget how Shepard had talked to him that night in Montgomery.

There was something uncanny about the man, and he had a sudden conviction that Shepard had seen him long since and was watching him.

He thrust his hands into his capacious pockets.

The pistols were still there, and he resolved that he would use them if need be.
He went at first toward the Potomac, and he did not look back for a long time, rambling about the streets in a manner apparently aimless.
Now and then a quiver ran down his back, and he knew it was due to the mental fear that Shepard was pursuing.