But still she ran beside panting.
"You won't tell him ?" Mr.Mortimer waved a hand.
"And--and you'll hide 'em--for he's bound to come askin'-- you'll hide 'em if you can--" Mr.Mortimer heard, but could not answer for the moment, the steerage claiming all his attention.

When he turned towards the bank she was no longer there.

He looked back over his shoulder.

She had come to a dead halt and stood watching, her print gown glimmering in the dusk.

And so, as the boat rounded the bend by the Brewery, he lost sight of her.
He passed a hand over his brow.
"Mysterious business," he mused; "devilish mysterious.