As a first step towards it he would turn away to the left and avoid her, when suddenly the thought of his successful rival flashed into his mind.

What, leave her with that man?
Never! He had rather kill her with his own hand.

In another second he had sprung from his horse, and, before she guessed who it was, he was standing face to face with her.

The strength of his jealous desire overpowered him.
"Ah, I thought he had come after missie," said Jantje, who, pursuing his former tactics, was once more indulging his passion for slinking about behind trees and in tufts of grass.

"Now what will missie say ?" "How are you, Bessie ?" said Muller in a quiet voice, but she, looking into his face, saw that it belied the voice.