Was it the breaking of a branch he had stepped on or thrust aside?
He heard the impatient pound of his horse's hoofs.

Then all was quiet.

Still he listened, not wholly satisfied.

He was never satisfied in regard to safety; he knew too well that there never could be safety for him in this country.
The bay horse had threaded the aisles of the thicket.

Duane wondered what had drawn him there.