The rear was hidden from his view.

Made uneasy by this thought, he shifted his ground, and crept stealthily round on the side, in the hope of catching a view of Phil, or perhaps hearing some conversation between him and his Amazonian protector by which he might set at rest his suddenly formed suspicions.
He was wrong, however.

Phil was still upstairs.

He was disposed to be cautious, and did not mean to leave his present place of security until he should be apprised by his hostess that Pietro had gone.
Bridget McGuire kept on with her washing.

She had been once to the front room, and, looking through the blinds, had ascertained that Pietro was still there.
"He'll have to wait long enough," she said to herself, "the haythen! It's hard he'll find it to get the better of Bridget McGuire." She was still at her tub when through the opposite window on the side of the house she caught sight of Pietro creeping stealthily along, as we have described.
"I'll be even wid him," said Bridget to herself exultingly.