text:  "At least we may wait David--we don't know yet; I do suspect that Lewis Lewis--he shuns me as if he was conscious of some wickedness; he's as horrid to me as his master--the thought of his master--I do forbode something awful from that man! It was but just before I heard you brushing among those great low branches in your coracle that I fancied I saw him stealing as if to watch or perhaps waylay you; but I am full of dismal thoughts