Surely she would run no risk in journeying through that trackless wilderness; she need not be idle, she could hasten her destiny by following the creek in its lonely wanderings, which must sooner or later bring it to the river.

The river! She was about to get the two remaining eggs and abandon her stronghold when it occurred to her that she would do well to take a last look all around.

She went back to the side of the rock facing the house.
The woman had suspended knitting and was gazing intently across the hollow to the west, where the road from the north entered the landscape.

Susan turned her eyes in that direction.

Two horsemen at a gallop were moving southward.