Hannibal peered after them.

His very terrors, while they wrenched and tortured him, gave him a desperate kind of courage.

As the gloom hid the two men, he started forward again; he must know the meaning of that sound--that splash, if it was a splash.

He reached the end of the cornfield, climbed the fence, and entered a deadening of slashed and mutilated timber.

In the long wet grass he found where the men had dragged their burden.