By infinitely gradual sidelong slitherings he moved a few paces from the door of Mother Holf's house, and stood six feet perhaps, or eight, on the right-hand side of it.

The three came on.

He strained his eyes in the effort to discern their features.

In that dim light certainty was impossible, but the one in the middle might well be Bauer: the height, the walk, and the make were much what Bauer's were.

If it were Bauer, then Bauer had friends, and Bauer and his friends seemed to be stalking some game.