"The one we passed?"
"Why, Martin, is this anything? You look pale."
"Wonderful!" said Martin, with a sickly sneer. "He asks me is it anything? Come, on, on! at any rate, let us reach a better place than this."
"A better place—for what?"
"To stand at bay, Gerard," said Martin gravely: "and die like soldiers, killing three for one."
"What's that sound?"
"IT IS THE AVENGER OF BLOOD."
"Oh, Martin, save him! Oh, Heaven be merciful! What new mysterious peril is this?"
"GIRL, IT'S A BLOODHOUND."