Hullo! what have we here ?' A dark dim form lay stretched in the moonlight in front of us.

It was the dead body of a hound--the one evidently at which I had fired.
'There is one of them disposed of, 'I cried joyously; 'we have but two to settle with now.' 'As I spoke we heard the crack of two pistol-shots some little distance to the left.

Heading our steeds in that direction, we pressed on at the top of our speed.

Presently out of the darkness in front of us there arose such a roaring and a yelping as sent the hearts into our mouths.
It was not a single cry, such as the hounds had uttered when they were on the scent, but a continuous deep-mouthed uproar, so fierce and so prolonged, that we could not doubt that they had come to the end of their run.
'Pray God that they have not got him down!' cried Reuben, in a faltering voice.
The same thought had crossed my own mind, for I have heard a similar though lesser din come from a pack of otter hounds when they had overtaken their prey and were tearing it to pieces.

Sick at heart, I drew my sword with the determination that, if we were too late to save our companion, we should at least revenge him upon the four-footed fiends.