How in Himmel came they to know which road we took ?' As if in answer to his ejaculation, there rose out of the still night behind us a single, clear, bell-like note, swelling and increasing in volume until it seemed to fill the whole air with its harmony.
'A bloodhound!' cried Saxon.
A second sharper, keener note, ending in an unmistakable howl, answered the first.
'Another of them,' said he.

'They have loosed the brutes that we saw near the Cathedral.

Gad! we little thought when we peered over the rails at them, a few hours ago, that they would so soon be on our own track.
Keep a firm knee and a steady seat, for a slip now would be your last.' 'Holy mother!' cried Reuben, 'I had steeled myself to die in battle--but to be dogsmeat! It is something outside the contract.' 'They hold them in leash,' said Saxon, between his teeth, 'else they would outstrip the horses and be lost in the darkness.
Could we but come on running water we might put them off our track.' 'My horse cannot hold on at this pace for more than a very few minutes,' Reuben cried.

'If I break down, do ye go on, for ye must remember that they are upon your track and not mine.

They have found cause for suspicion of the two strangers of the inn, but none of me.' 'Nay, Reuben, we shall stand or fall together,' said I sadly, for at every step his horse grew more and more feeble.