He and all his comrades carried new pistols at their belts, and driven by impulse he, too, dropped from the portico and followed Shepard.
He saw the dusky figure ahead of him still going swiftly, but with his hand on the pistol he followed at greater speed.

A minute later Shepard turned into a small side street, and Harry followed him there.

It was not much more than an alley, dark, silent, and deserted.

Montgomery was a small town, in which people retired early after the custom of the times, and tonight, the collapse after so much excitement seemed to have sent them sooner than usual into their homes.

It was evident that the matter would lie without interference between Shepard and himself.
Shepard went swiftly on and came soon to the outskirts of the town.
He did not look back and Harry wondered whether he knew that he was pursued.