My God, can there be some truth in all these stories?
Is it possible that I am really in danger from so dark a cause?
You don't believe it, do you, Watson ?" "No, no." "And yet it was one thing to laugh about it in London, and it is another to stand out here in the darkness of the moor and to hear such a cry as that.

And my uncle! There was the footprint of the hound beside him as he lay.

It all fits together.

I don't think that I am a coward, Watson, but that sound seemed to freeze my very blood.

Feel my hand!" It was as cold as a block of marble.
"You'll be all right tomorrow." "I don't think I'll get that cry out of my head.