It was evident that King did not consider his enemy worth watching.

I passed the last shed and found myself headed straight for the house; I had still to get through its very dooryard before I was in any position to crow, and beyond the house was another fence; I hoped the gate was not locked.

Shylock pricked up his ears, then laid them back along his neck as if he did not approve the layout, either.

But we ambled right along, like a deacon headed for prayer-meeting, and I tried to look in four different directions at one and the same time.
For that reason, I didn't see her till she stood right in front of me; and when I did, I stared like an idiot.

It was a girl, and she was coming down a path to the trail, with her hands full of flowers, for all the world like a Duchess novel.