The shadowy figure was still there, unmoving, but its shape seemed to shift slightly in the dimming light. Was it his imagination? He shook his head, trying to brush off the creeping unease.
When he reached the lodge, he maneuvered the sled to the back porch, where he could unload the ice block without it being exposed to the elements. Using a crowbar, he gently eased the ice into position against a reinforced wooden plank.