She was in a street dress now, her glossy curls still falling loose about her--probably homeward bound after her night's harvest.

It struck Aldous that the hour was early for her retirement, and that she seemed somewhat in a hurry.
The woman was going in the direction of Rann's big log bungalow, which was built well out of town toward the river.

She had not seen him as he stood in the pool-room doorway, and before she had passed out of sight he was following her.

There were a dozen branch trails and "streets" on the way to Rann's, and into the gloom of some one of these the woman disappeared, so that Aldous lost her entirely.

He was not disappointed when he found she had left the main trail.
Five minutes later he stood close to Rann's house.