There wasn't any sound from his room when I passed it goin' downstairs.

Think of the nerve of this bird comin' here to roost after what he done." "He didn't think we'd follow him so fast." But Anthony waited for no more.

He slipped out on the roof of the shed, lowered himself hand below hand to the edge, and dropped lightly to the ground.
The grey, at his coming, flattened back its ears, as though it knew that more hard work was coming, but he saddled rapidly, led it outside, and rode a short distance into the forest.

There he stopped.
His course lay due north, and then a swerve to the side and a straight course west for the ranch of William Drew.

If the hounds of the law were so close on his trace, they certainly would never suspect him of doubling back in this manner, and he would have the rancher to himself when he arrived.
Yet still he did not start the grey forward to the north.