"Goodness knows what he'll think of next.

He may keep me here until dark, and I shall die if I have to stay here until then, I must get away." Grace knew that it would be sheer folly to try to run.

Her captor would overtake her before she had gone six yards, not to mention the fit of rage her attempted flight would be likely to throw him into.
She anxiously scanned the neighboring fields in the hope of seeing old Jean, the hunter.

He was usually not far away.

But look as she might, she could discover no sign of him.