Poor Dido can't stir another step.' As he spoke, the sharp fierce bay of the hounds rose again, clear and stern on the night air, swelling up from a low hoarse growl to a high angry yelp.

There seemed to be a ring of exultation in their wild cry, as though they knew that their quarry was almost run to earth.
'Not another step!' said Reuben Lockarby, pulling up and drawing his sword.

'If I must fight, I shall fight here.' 'There could be no better place,' I replied.

Two great jagged rocks rose before us, jutting abruptly out of the ground, and leaving a space of twelve or fifteen feet between them.

Through this gap we rode, and I shouted loudly for Saxon to join us.