His companion, now thoroughly aroused to a true sense of his danger, tried to pull himself together. He even tried to tell more stories, but his teeth were chattering in his head, and his lips were all but frozen. He could not.
Soon after there was a wild blood-curdling eldritch yell heard, that startled both.
"Heavens! what is it?" cried Nugent.
Something dark rushed past next moment at their very feet. It was a wild cat, and Oscar jumped up to pursue it, but Creggan quickly caught him by the collar.
"No, Oscar, no. I might never see you more, and you're going to sea with me, you know."
Another long dreary hour passed, perhaps two. Both were now resigned to their fate. They must spend the night on the moor.
Even Creggan himself began to nod.
Suddenly Oscar sprang up and uttered a short defiant or challenging bark.
And lo! not far off, a light appeared glimmering hazily through the dismal fog, and a spectre-like figure, so magnified by the mist that it seemed to reach from earth to heaven, slowly approached.
"Is it that there is any-pody here at all at all whatefer?"