She stood for a moment and glanced along the road in each direction, just to make sure that there was no one near who would be likely to knock and disturb her grandmother before she got back again, but there was not a living creature in sight, that she could see, so on she ran to the farm.
Mrs.Maddock kept her a minute or two to inquire after Mrs.Dawson, and to give her a flower to wear to church the next day, then Jessie hurried away again as fast as her full milk-can would allow her.
The side entrance to the farm, to which Jessie had to go, was a few hundred yards down a lane which branched off the main road.

When she came out and down this lane again, a man was standing at the end of it where it emerged on to the high road.

He was standing looking down the lane very eagerly at first, but, as Jessie drew nearer, he stepped back a pace or two, and looked nervously first over one shoulder and then over the other, along the high road.
Jessie was ten years old, and accustomed to seeing strange rough-looking men about, so that there seemed no reason why she should feel frightened, but she did, and for a moment almost turned and ran back to the friendly shelter of Mrs.Maddock's dairy.
Later on she often wished she had, but then, as she told herself, he would probably have run after her and caught her.
With her heart beating very fast, but trying to look quite calm and unconcerned, she walked sturdily on.

As soon as she had got past him, she thought, and had turned the corner, she would race home as fast as her legs could carry her, and if she did spill some milk granny would forgive her when she knew how frightened she had been.
But the man evidently did not intend that she should pass him, for as she drew near he stood right in her path, and to prevent any chance of escape he seized her by the wrist.
"I've been looking for you, this long while," he said roughly.
"Now don't make a noise," as Jessie screamed "help." "If you're quiet I shan't hurt you, but if you make a noise and bring a crowd round, I'll thrash you to within an inch of your life.

Do you hear ?" "Let me go," wailed Jessie, struggling to release her wrist.
"I must go home, granny's waiting for me, she is ill." "And I've been waiting for you longer than 'granny' has.