It lay in a hollow left by the digging out of peats, drained thither from the surrounding bog.

My heart sank with fear.

The almost black glimmer of its surface was bad enough, but who could tell what lay in its unknown depth?
But, as I gazed, almost paralysed, a huge dark figure rose up on the opposite side of the pool.

For one moment the scepticism of Turkey seemed to fail him, for he cried out, "The kelpie! The kelpie!" and turned and ran.
I followed as fast as feet utterly unconscious of the ground they trod upon could bear me.

We had not gone many yards before a great roar filled the silent air.