Harvey had buttoned his pea jacket to his chin and he now turned up the collar, so that it touched his ears.

His hands were shoved deep into the side pockets and the right one rested upon his revolver that he had withdrawn from its usual place at his hip.

He was on the alert for whatever might come.
He was pleased with one fact: the path to which so many references were made, was so clearly marked that he found it easy to avoid going wrong.
"If I had had sense enough to take the right course when I first struck it, I would have been home by this time." After turning around several times without seeing or hearing anything suspicious, he came to believe that however glad O'Hara and Hansell might be to do him harm, they lacked the courage, unless almost sure against detection.
"Hugh will stir up others to go forward, but he will take good care to protect himself." The dull roar that he once fancied he heard when tramping aimlessly during the day, was now so distinct that he knew he must be near a stream.

The path crossed it at no great distance.
Sure enough, he had only turned a bend and gone down a little slope when he reached the margin of a deep creek, fully twenty feet wide.

It flowed smooth and dark at his feet, but the turmoil to the left showed that it tumbled over the rocks, not far away.
Harvey was anything but pleased, when he saw the bridge by which the stream had to be passed.