The moon shone full on the inclosure as he emerged from the labyrinth.

With uncovered head he approached the Indian mound, and sank on his knees before it.
The next moment he rose, with an exclamation of terror, and his hat dropped from his trembling hand.

Directly before him, a small, gray, wolfish-looking animal had stopped half-way down the mound on encountering his motionless figure.

Frightened by his outcry, and unable to retreat, the shadowy depredator had fallen back on his slinking haunches with a snarl, and bared teeth that glittered in the moonlight.
In an instant the expression of terror on the old man's ashen face turned into a fixed look of insane exaltation.

His white lips moved; he advanced a step further, and held out both hands towards the crouching animal.
"So! It is thou--at last! And comest thou here thy tardy Pereo to chide?
Comest THOU, too, to tell the poor old man his heart is cold, his limbs are feeble, his brain weak and dizzy?
that he is no longer fit to do thy master's work?
Ay, gnash thy teeth at him! Curse him!--curse him in thy throat! But listen!--listen, good friend--I will tell thee a secret--ay, good gray friar, a secret--such a secret! A plan, all mine--fresh from this old gray head; ha! ha!--all mine! To be wrought by these poor old arms; ha! ha! All mine! Listen!" He stealthily made a step nearer the affrighted animal.