“Ere long I found the thing I sought—alone!
I heard[1279] the sound of voices, heard them say
‘Good-night,’ ‘Good-night.’ One voice I knew; ’twas his!
I cowered low,[1280] till, with quick step, he pass’d,
Then, silent as a tiger, follow’d[1281] swift.
When he had gain’d the meadow he must cross,
I quicken’d pace, and saw him speed before—[1282]
‘Hillo, hillo!’ I cried; he stood to hear,
And ere a moment pass’d I reach’d his side.
There was a look of terror in his face,