It passed us like a flash, but as he went by the man lifted himself and turned his head, so that we saw his face in the moonlight; saw also the agony of fear that was written on it and in his eyes.
He had come out of the darkness.

He was gone into the darkness, but after him swelled that awful music.

Look! a dog appeared, a huge, red dog, that dropped its foaming muzzle to the ground as it galloped, then lifted it and uttered a deep-throated, bell-like bay.

Others followed, and yet others: in all there must have been a hundred of them, every one baying as it took the scent.
"_The death-hounds!_" I muttered, clasping Leo by the arm.
"Yes," he answered, "they are running that poor devil.

Here comes the huntsman." As he spoke there appeared a second figure, splendidly mounted, a cloak streaming from his shoulders, and in his hand a long whip, which he waved.