He unlocked his case, took out his wheel, and for the remainder of the day he rode and watched as he never had before.

Several times he locked the wheel and crossed the swamp on foot, zigzagging to cover all the space possible.

Every rod he traveled he used the caution that sprang from knowledge of danger and the direction from which it probably would come.

Several times he thought of sending for McLean, but for his life he could not make up his mind to do it with nothing more tangible than one footprint to justify him.
He waited until he was sure Duncan would be at home, if he were coming for the night, before he went to supper.

The first thing he saw as he crossed the swale was the big bays in the yard.
There had been no one passing that day, and Duncan readily agreed to watch until Freckles rode to town.