"But what makes you think that evil is intended ?" "I scarce know, but so it is.

Noted you not how quiet and sluggish the dogs were at suppertime tonight?
They would scarce come to receive a morsel of meat, and as often as not turned away in indifference, and curled themselves to sleep again.

Indoors and out they are all alike.

And did you not hear Jack Devenish say as he came in from his last round that he feared the great black watchdog in the yard would not live till morning, he seemed so sick and out of sorts?
I wondered then that no one thought strange hands had been tampering with them; but all the farmer said was that he supposed they had gorged themselves upon the refuse meat of the sheep they had been killing--and I liked not to say ought to alarm them, for it may be as they say, and surely they ought best to know." "Nevertheless we may well make ourselves watchdogs for tonight," said Paul.

"If evil is meant against the girl, this is the last chance that bold Devil's Own, as they call him, will have of getting her into his power.