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A
sound
of
quick
steps
broke
the
silence
of
the
moor
.
Crouching
among
the
stones
we
stared
intently
at
the
silver-tipped
bank
in
front
of
us
.
The
steps
grew
louder
,
and
through
the
fog
,
as
through
a
curtain
,
there
stepped
the
man
whom
we
were
awaiting
.
He
looked
round
him
in
surprise
as
he
emerged
into
the
clear
,
starlit
night
.
Then
he
came
swiftly
along
the
path
,
passed
close
to
where
we
lay
,
and
went
on
up
the
long
slope
behind
us
.
As
he
walked
he
glanced
continually
over
either
shoulder
,
like
a
man
who
is
ill
at
ease
.
"
Hist
!
"
cried
Holmes
,
and
I
heard
the
sharp
click
of
a
cocking
pistol
.
"
Look
out
!
It
's
coming
!
"
There
was
a
thin
,
crisp
,
continuous
patter
from
somewhere
in
the
heart
of
that
crawling
bank
.
The
cloud
was
within
fifty
yards
of
where
we
lay
,
and
we
glared
at
it
,
all
three
,
uncertain
what
horror
was
about
to
break
from
the
heart
of
it
.
I
was
at
Holmes
's
elbow
,
and
I
glanced
for
an
instant
at
his
face
.
It
was
pale
and
exultant
,
his
eyes
shining
brightly
in
the
moonlight
.
But
suddenly
they
started
forward
in
a
rigid
,
fixed
stare
,
and
his
lips
parted
in
amazement
.
At
the
same
instant
Lestrade
gave
a
yell
of
terror
and
threw
himself
face
downward
upon
the
ground
.
I
sprang
to
my
feet
,
my
inert
hand
grasping
my
pistol
,
my
mind
paralyzed
by
the
dreadful
shape
which
had
sprung
out
upon
us
from
the
shadows
of
the
fog
.
A
hound
it
was
,
an
enormous
coal-black
hound
,
but
not
such
a
hound
as
mortal
eyes
have
ever
seen
.
Fire
burst
from
its
open
mouth
,
its
eyes
glowed
with
a
smouldering
glare
,
its
muzzle
and
hackles
and
dewlap
were
outlined
in
flickering
flame
.
Never
in
the
delirious
dream
of
a
disordered
brain
could
anything
more
savage
,
more
appalling
,
more
hellish
be
conceived
than
that
dark
form
and
savage
face
which
broke
upon
us
out
of
the
wall
of
fog
.
With
long
bounds
the
huge
black
creature
was
leaping
down
the
track
,
following
hard
upon
the
footsteps
of
our
friend
.
So
paralyzed
were
we
by
the
apparition
that
we
allowed
him
to
pass
before
we
had
recovered
our
nerve
.
Then
Holmes
and
I
both
fired
together
,
and
the
creature
gave
a
hideous
howl
,
which
showed
that
one
at
least
had
hit
him
.
He
did
not
pause
,
however
,
but
bounded
onward
.
Far
away
on
the
path
we
saw
Sir
Henry
looking
back
,
his
face
white
in
the
moonlight
,
his
hands
raised
in
horror
,
glaring
helplessly
at
the
frightful
thing
which
was
hunting
him
down
.
But
that
cry
of
pain
from
the
hound
had
blown
all
our
fears
to
the
winds
.
If
he
was
vulnerable
he
was
mortal
,
and
if
we
could
wound
him
we
could
kill
him
.
Never
have
I
seen
a
man
run
as
Holmes
ran
that
night
.
I
am
reckoned
fleet
of
foot
,
but
he
outpaced
me
as
much
as
I
outpaced
the
little
professional
.
In
front
of
us
as
we
flew
up
the
track
we
heard
scream
after
scream
from
Sir
Henry
and
the
deep
roar
of
the
hound
.
I
was
in
time
to
see
the
beast
spring
upon
its
victim
,
hurl
him
to
the
ground
,
and
worry
at
his
throat
.
But
the
next
instant
Holmes
had
emptied
five
barrels
of
his
revolver
into
the
creature
's
flank
.
With
a
last
howl
of
agony
and
a
vicious
snap
in
the
air
,
it
rolled
upon
its
back
,
four
feet
pawing
furiously
,
and
then
fell
limp
upon
its
side
.
I
stooped
,
panting
,
and
pressed
my
pistol
to
the
dreadful
,
shimmering
head
,
but
it
was
useless
to
press
the
trigger
.
The
giant
hound
was
dead
.
Sir
Henry
lay
insensible
where
he
had
fallen
.
We
tore
away
his
collar
,
and
Holmes
breathed
a
prayer
of
gratitude
when
we
saw
that
there
was
no
sign
of
a
wound
and
that
the
rescue
had
been
in
time
.
Already
our
friend
's
eyelids
shivered
and
he
made
a
feeble
effort
to
move
.
Lestrade
thrust
his
brandy-flask
between
the
baronet
's
teeth
,
and
two
frightened
eyes
were
looking
up
at
us
.
"
My
God
!
"
he
whispered
.
"
What
was
it
?
What
,
in
heaven
's
name
,
was
it
?
"
"
It
's
dead
,
whatever
it
is
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
We
've
laid
the
family
ghost
once
and
forever
.
"
In
mere
size
and
strength
it
was
a
terrible
creature
which
was
lying
stretched
before
us
.
It
was
not
a
pure
bloodhound
and
it
was
not
a
pure
mastiff
;
but
it
appeared
to
be
a
combination
of
the
two
--
gaunt
,
savage
,
and
as
large
as
a
small
lioness
.
Even
now
,
in
the
stillness
of
death
,
the
huge
jaws
seemed
to
be
dripping
with
a
bluish
flame
and
the
small
,
deep-set
,
cruel
eyes
were
ringed
with
fire
.
I
placed
my
hand
upon
the
glowing
muzzle
,
and
as
I
held
them
up
my
own
fingers
smouldered
and
gleamed
in
the
darkness
.
