She came over to my side.

Up the road I heard in the distance the crunching of heavy wheels.

A wagon was passing through the lodge gates.

John, the woodman, was walking with unaccustomed briskness by the horses' heads, cracking his whip as he came.

I looked into the girl's face by my side.
"Miss Moyat," I said hoarsely, "can't you forget that you saw this man ?" "Why ?" she asked bewildered.
"I don't want to be dragged into it," I answered, glancing nervously over my shoulder along the road.