But when she had mechanically shod herself once more, not without nervous shivers at every falling needle, he was at her side.
"Do you know anyone who wears a frieze coat like that ?" he asked, handing her a few torn shreds of wool affixed to a splinter of bark.
Miss Nellie instantly recognized the material of a certain sporting coat worn by Mr.Jack Brace on festive occasions, but a strange yet infallible instinct that was part of her nature made her instantly disclaim all knowledge of it.
"No," she said.
"Not anyone who scents himself with some doctor's stuff like cologne ?" continued Low, with the disgust of keen olfactory sensibilities.
Again Miss Nellie recognized the perfume with which the gallant expressman was wont to make redolent her little parlor, but again she avowed no knowledge of its possessor.

"Well," returned Low with some disappointment, "such a man has been here.

Be on your guard.

Let us go at once." She required no urging to hasten her steps, but hurried breathlessly at his side.

He had taken a new trail by which they left the wood at right angles with the highway, two miles away.