There was something with him, a shapeless shadow, which I could not see clearly.

His neck was bare, but I knew well that the collar was in his pouch.
He stopped, turned west, and I lost him.

The bush world for a space was quite silent, and I watched it eagerly as an aeronaut would watch the ground for a descent.

For a long time I could see nothing.

Then in a wood near a river there seemed to be a rustling.