As I stood there telling my parents that I had returned and what I meant to do, I noticed a movement among the bushes. I was ready to run back to the truck when Kanoro stepped out. Or I thought it was Kanoro, the Kanoro whom I recalled from my childhood. “Bibi Rachel?” He backed away from me as if I were a spirit, and no telling whether good or evil.
Dose it mean: I didn't know he had seen good sprit or evil sprit??
Source: Listening for Lions by Gloria Whelan