Then, as the hound barked close at hand, he turned to run heavily uphill and out of the opening.
The instant of his disappearance was one of collapse for Helen.

Frozen with horror, she had been unable to move or feel or think.

All at once she was a quivering mass of cold, helpless flesh, wet with perspiration, sick with a shuddering, retching, internal convulsion, her mind liberated from paralyzing shock.

The moment was as horrible as that in which the bear had bawled his frightful rage.

A stark, icy, black emotion seemed in possession of her.