I had not lived thirteen years in the woodland to be dim of sight or dull of hearing.
"Some one is coming," I announced.

"Back your horse into this clump of sumach." The sumach grew thick, and was draped, moreover, with some broad-leafed vine.

Within its covert we could see with small danger of being seen, unless the approaching figure should prove to be that of an Indian.

It was not an Indian; it was my Lord Carnal.

He came on slowly, glancing from side to side, and pausing now and then as if to listen.