He could neither see him nor hear him, but he was sure that somebody besides himself was in the wood.

Once more the soul and spirit of his great ancestor were poured into him, and for the moment he, too, was the wilderness rover, endowed with nerves preternaturally acute.
Hidden by the great tree trunks he listened attentively.

His horse, oppressed by the cold and perhaps by the weariness of the day, was motionless and made no sound.

He waited two or three minutes and then he was sure that he heard a slight noise, which he believed was made by the hoofs of a horse walking very slowly.

Then he saw the shadow.
It was the dim figure of a man on horseback, moving very cautiously at some distance from Harry.