He was like an unreasoning bobolink, or hawk, or fawn, or wolf.

But there grew apace the problem of Jenny.
One night, as the two were walking, each caught a glimpse of something dark, which moved swiftly through the bushes some distance from the road.
The girl started.
"What is the matter ?" Harlson said.
"Did you not see it--that shadow in the bushes ?" "Yes.

Some one was there.

What of it?
Some of the boys are coon-hunting." "It wasn't that," she whispered.

"I know what it was.