Treating her as he would a bird with which he wanted to make better acquaintance, he would have her get accustomed to the look of him before he made advances.

But when he saw her run in the direction of the swamp, knowing what a dangerous place it was, he was terrified, sprung to his feet, and darted off to get between her and the danger.

She heard him coming like the wind at her back, and, whether from bewilderment, or that she did intend throwing herself into the water to escape him, instead of pursuing her former design, she made straight for the swamp.

But was the beast-boy ubiquitous?
As she approached the place, there he was, on the edge of a great hole half full of water, as if he had been sitting there for an hour! Was he going to drown her in that hole?
She turned again, and ran towards the descent of the mountain.

But there Gibbie feared a certain precipitous spot; and, besides, there was no path in that direction.
So Ginevra had not run far before again she saw him right in her way.