Now he stood still, not caring which way she chose so long as he had to travel away from his stall and feed-bin.
"It must be to the left," she said, in bewilderment, after a moment's hesitation, and slowly turned in that direction.

But she had taken the wrong way.

She went on and on, wondering why she did not come to a gate, when the road suddenly turned into a narrow wagon track, with dark corn-fields on each side.

There was not a house or a human being in sight.
The moon was not high enough yet to dispel much of the gloom of the twilight, and bullbats were circling overhead, dipping so low at times that once they almost brushed her face.
"Oh, I'm lost!" she whispered, with trembling lips.

All of a sudden there was a rustling of the high corn, and out of it limped a big burly negro.