There his feet stopped of their own accord, and he went and leaned against the low stone-wall, looking down at the sudden glimpses of pale hurried water and trembling reed.
The moon came out full and strong in temporary victory, and made black shadows behind the idle millwheel and open mill-race, and black shadows, black as death, under the bridge itself.

Dare leaned over the wall to watch the mysterious water and shadow run beneath.

As he looked, he saw the reflection of a man in the water watching him.

He shook his fist savagely at it, and it shook its fist amid a wavering of broken light and shadow back at him.

But it did not go away; it remained watching him.