She would be calm, and she was fast growing so when she suddenly became aware of a man standing very near and hunting her out through the dusk.
She never knew why the scream which rose in her throat did not pass her lips.

Her terror was unspeakable, for she had heard no advance; indeed, there was too much noise about her for that.

But it was the silent terror of despair, for she thought it was the man from whom she had made this great effort at escape.

But he soon proved to her he was not.

It was just the driver of the stagecoach, returned to see what had become of her.