What do they say of it ?" I hesitated but could not escape the question.
"They say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles." He groaned and was silent for a few moments.
"A hound it was," he said at last, "but it seemed to come from miles away, over yonder, I think." "It was hard to say whence it came." "It rose and fell with the wind.

Isn't that the direction of the great Grimpen Mire ?" "Yes, it is." "Well, it was up there.

Come now, Watson, didn't you think yourself that it was the cry of a hound?
I am not a child.

You need not fear to speak the truth." "Stapleton was with me when I heard it last.

He said that it might be the calling of a strange bird." "No, no, it was a hound.