And how had they got in the house at all?
And why should the terrier shake?
For the dog was as game as they make ’em,
He had never shown funk before,
I sat still and waited—scarce breathing—
God! What was that at the door!
On the threshold a great, gaunt creature,
Standing some eight feet high,
I never had seen such a thing, nor since,
Nor wish to again till I die,