Fortner stopped in his tracks so abruptly that Glen stumbled against him.

The mountaineer gave the peculiar whistle he had uttered at the Ford.

The rush ceased instantly.

The deep growls of the mastiffs and bull-dogs stopped likewise; only the hounds and the shrill-voiced young dogs continued barking.
The darkness was rent by a long narrow lane of light.

A door had been opened in a tightly-closed house, just beyond the dogs.
"Down, Tige! Git out, Beauty!" said Forstner, imperiously.