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"
Stapleton
was
with
me
when
I
heard
it
last
.
He
said
that
it
might
be
the
calling
of
a
strange
bird
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
it
was
a
hound
.
My
God
,
can
there
be
some
truth
in
all
these
stories
?
Is
it
possible
that
I
am
really
in
danger
from
so
dark
a
cause
?
You
do
n't
believe
it
,
do
you
,
Watson
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
"
"
And
yet
it
was
one
thing
to
laugh
about
it
in
London
,
and
it
is
another
to
stand
out
here
in
the
darkness
of
the
moor
and
to
hear
such
a
cry
as
that
.
And
my
uncle
!
There
was
the
footprint
of
the
hound
beside
him
as
he
lay
.
It
all
fits
together
.
I
do
n't
think
that
I
am
a
coward
,
Watson
,
but
that
sound
seemed
to
freeze
my
very
blood
.
Feel
my
hand
!
"
It
was
as
cold
as
a
block
of
marble
.
"
You
'll
be
all
right
to-morrow
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
I
'll
get
that
cry
out
of
my
head
.
What
do
you
advise
that
we
do
now
?
"
"
Shall
we
turn
back
?
"
"
No
,
by
thunder
;
we
have
come
out
to
get
our
man
,
and
we
will
do
it
.
We
after
the
convict
,
and
a
hell-hound
,
as
likely
as
not
,
after
us
.
Come
on
!
We
'll
see
it
through
if
all
the
fiends
of
the
pit
were
loose
upon
the
moor
.
"
We
stumbled
slowly
along
in
the
darkness
,
with
the
black
loom
of
the
craggy
hills
around
us
,
and
the
yellow
speck
of
light
burning
steadily
in
front
.
There
is
nothing
so
deceptive
as
the
distance
of
a
light
upon
a
pitch-dark
night
,
and
sometimes
the
glimmer
seemed
to
be
far
away
upon
the
horizon
and
sometimes
it
might
have
been
within
a
few
yards
of
us
.
