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"
The
hound
!
"
cried
Holmes
.
"
Come
,
Watson
,
come
!
Great
heavens
,
if
we
are
too
late
!
"
He
had
started
running
swiftly
over
the
moor
,
and
I
had
followed
at
his
heels
.
But
now
from
somewhere
among
the
broken
ground
immediately
in
front
of
us
there
came
one
last
despairing
yell
,
and
then
a
dull
,
heavy
thud
.
We
halted
and
listened
.
Not
another
sound
broke
the
heavy
silence
of
the
windless
night
.
I
saw
Holmes
put
his
hand
to
his
forehead
like
a
man
distracted
.
He
stamped
his
feet
upon
the
ground
.
"
He
has
beaten
us
,
Watson
.
We
are
too
late
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
surely
not
!
"
"
Fool
that
I
was
to
hold
my
hand
.
And
you
,
Watson
,
see
what
comes
of
abandoning
your
charge
!
But
,
by
Heaven
,
if
the
worst
has
happened
,
we
'll
avenge
him
!
"
Blindly
we
ran
through
the
gloom
,
blundering
against
boulders
,
forcing
our
way
through
gorse
bushes
,
panting
up
hills
and
rushing
down
slopes
,
heading
always
in
the
direction
whence
those
dreadful
sounds
had
come
.
At
every
rise
Holmes
looked
eagerly
round
him
,
but
the
shadows
were
thick
upon
the
moor
,
and
nothing
moved
upon
its
dreary
face
.
"
Can
you
see
anything
?
"
"
Nothing
.
"
"
But
,
hark
,
what
is
that
?
"
