She was keeping accurate measurement of the distance between them--but McTaggart did not guess that this was why she looked back every now and then.

He was satisfied to let her go on.

When she turned from the narrow trail into a side path that scarcely bore the mark of travel, his heart gave an exultant jump.

If she kept on, he would very soon have her alone--a good distance from the cabin.

The blood ran hot in his face.