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The
wagonette
swung
round
into
a
side
road
,
and
we
curved
upward
through
deep
lanes
worn
by
centuries
of
wheels
,
high
banks
on
either
side
,
heavy
with
dripping
moss
and
fleshy
hart
's
-
tongue
ferns
.
Bronzing
bracken
and
mottled
bramble
gleamed
in
the
light
of
the
sinking
sun
.
Still
steadily
rising
,
we
passed
over
a
narrow
granite
bridge
,
and
skirted
a
noisy
stream
which
gushed
swiftly
down
,
foaming
and
roaring
amid
the
gray
boulders
.
Both
road
and
stream
wound
up
through
a
valley
dense
with
scrub
oak
and
fir
.
At
every
turn
Baskerville
gave
an
exclamation
of
delight
,
looking
eagerly
about
him
and
asking
countless
questions
.
To
his
eyes
all
seemed
beautiful
,
but
to
me
a
tinge
of
melancholy
lay
upon
the
country-side
,
which
bore
so
clearly
the
mark
of
the
waning
year
.
Yellow
leaves
carpeted
the
lanes
and
fluttered
down
upon
us
as
we
passed
.
The
rattle
of
our
wheels
died
away
as
we
drove
through
drifts
of
rotting
vegetation
--
sad
gifts
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
for
Nature
to
throw
before
the
carriage
of
the
returning
heir
of
the
Baskervilles
.
"
Halloa
!
"
cried
Dr.
Mortimer
,
"
what
is
this
?
"
A
steep
curve
of
heath-clad
land
,
an
outlying
spur
of
the
moor
,
lay
in
front
of
us
.
On
the
summit
,
hard
and
clear
like
an
equestrian
statue
upon
its
pedestal
,
was
a
mounted
soldier
,
dark
and
stern
,
his
rifle
poised
ready
over
his
forearm
.
He
was
watching
the
road
along
which
we
travelled
.
"
What
is
this
,
Perkins
?
"
asked
Dr.
Mortimer
.
Our
driver
half
turned
in
his
seat
.
"
There
's
a
convict
escaped
from
Princetown
,
sir
.
He
's
been
out
three
days
now
,
and
the
warders
watch
every
road
and
every
station
,
but
they
've
had
no
sight
of
him
yet
.
The
farmers
about
here
do
n't
like
it
,
sir
,
and
that
's
a
fact
.
"
"
Well
,
I
understand
that
they
get
five
pounds
if
they
can
give
information
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
but
the
chance
of
five
pounds
is
but
a
poor
thing
compared
to
the
chance
of
having
your
throat
cut
.
You
see
,
it
is
n't
like
any
ordinary
convict
.
This
is
a
man
that
would
stick
at
nothing
.
"
"
Who
is
he
,
then
?
"
"
It
is
Selden
,
the
Notting
Hill
murderer
.
"
