The horses plunged viciously.

Slowly the bundle of rags took shape.

The old woman arose and hobbled toward him, leaning upon a great cane.
"Whe--where's Mr.King ?" called out Hobbs.
She stopped above him and he could see her face.

Mr.Hobbs was chilled to the bone.

Her arm was raised, a bony finger pointing to the treetops above her hovel.
"He's gone.