At last we found the parapet and breathed more freely, for we were now under shelter from the direction of danger.

I spared a moment to look round, and thirty yards off, across the street, I saw a weird spectacle.
The hunt was proceeding along the roofs parallel to the one we were lodged on.

I saw the flicker of the lanterns, waved up and down as the bearers slipped in the snow, and I heard their cries like hounds on a trail.

Stumm was not among them: he had not the shape for that sort of business.

They passed us and continued to our left, now hid by a jutting chimney, now clear to view against the sky line.