But the lesser shadow moved, halted, and the greater shadow was stationary and grew denser as the moon sailed again across a clear patch of sky.
Then Bridget realised that the moving shadow was the half-caste Oola, shrouded in the dark blue blanket she had given her, and that the gin had halted at the casement window of Maule's bedroom.

Now, Oola, with her hands on the sill, curved her lithe body, drew her bare feet to the window ledge and dropped within.
Bridget ran along the grass to the window, and from there watched Oola move about the room and in the almost darkness fumble among the objects on the dressing-table.

Then Bridget could hear the little click of the tongue and the guttural note of exultation a black tracker gives when he comes upon a trail.

Bridget drew aside against the wall, so that Oola, again springing over the window sill, did not observe her.

But Bridget saw the watch and chain with the iron key attached to it which the gin had stolen, and seized Oola's arm as the dark form crouched upon the grass again.