The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-08-24
Second Report of DIR. Watson).
IX-Continued.

'WnaJ 90 tney call TINS SouHu lie
asked.
"Who?"
THE folk on the country-side?"
"Oh, they are ignorant people. Why
should you mind what they call it,"
Tell me, Watson. What do they
say of it?"
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 1t was" he said, at last,
but it seemed to come from miles
away. over yonder. I think"
ut was hard to say whence it came"
at rose and fell with the wind. Isn't
that the direction of the great Grhnpen
Mire?"
Yes, it is"
well, it was up there. Come now,
Watson, iidn't you think yourself that
it was the c:Y OF a hound? l am not
a child You need not fear to speak
the truth
OtdplSlOn was WIFI Lie WItn
heard 1T last lie said that it might be
the calling of a strange bird
mo, no, it was a hound. My God.
can there he some truth in all these
stories? is it Lct sible that 1 am really
in danger from so dark a cause? You
don't believe it, do you, Watson?"
mo. 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 IS
he lay. 1t Ill fits together l don't
think that am a coward, Watson, but
that sound seemed to freeze my very
blood. Feel my handi"
1t was as old rs a block cf marble.
You'll be Ill right tomorrow.
Il don't taink I'll get that cry out
of my head What do you advise that
we do now"
Shall we turn back p
mo, by thunder we have come out
to get our man, and we will do it. We
after the convict, and a hell-hound as
likely as not, after Us. Come on!
Well see 1t through If all the fiends Of
the pit were loose upon the moor"
We stumbled slowly along in the
darkness, with the black loom of the
craggy hills around US. erd the yellow
speck of light burning steadily in
front. There is notl.;ng so deceptive
as the distance of 4 light upon a pitch
dark night. anu sometimes the glin-
mer seemed to be far away upon The
horizon and sometimes it might have
been within a few yards of us. But
at last we would see whence it came,
and then we knew that we were indeed
very close. A guttering candle was
stuck in a crevice of tie rocks which
ranked 1T en- each side so
IL, and also 10 I"eVelt it from
being visible, save in the direction of
baskerville Hall. A boulder of gran
lite concealed our approach, and crouch-f
ing behind ii we gazed over it at the
signal light. 1t was strange to see
this single candle burning there in the
middle of the moor. with no sign of
life near it-just the one straight yell
low flame and the CLEAN of the rock
on each side of it.
What shall we do now?" whispered
Sir Henry.
wait here. He must be near his
light. Let us see if we can get a
glimpse of him"
The words were hardly out of my
mouth when we both saw him. Over
the rocks. in the crevice of which the
candle burned, there was thrust out an
evil yellow face, a terrible animal face,
all scanned and scored with vile pas
sions. Foul with mire, with a bristling
beard, and hung with matted hair it
might we'll have belonged to one of
those old savages who dwelt in the
burrows on the hillsides The light
beneath him was reelected in his small,
cunning eyes which peered fiercely to.
right and left through the darkness.
like crafty and savage animal who
has heard the steps of the hunters.
Something had evidently aroused his
suspicious. 1t may have been that
Barrymore had some private signal
which we had neglected to give. or the
fellow may have had some other rea-
son for thinking that all was not we'll
but / could read his fears upon his
wicked face. Any instant he might
dash out the light and vanish in the
darkness. / sprang forward therefore,
and Sir Henry did the same. All the
same moment the convict screamed out
a curse at us and hurled rock which
splintered up against the boulder
which had sheltered us. l caught one
glimpse of his short, squat, strongly
built figure as he Sprang to his feet
and turned to run. At the same mo-
ment by a lucky chance the moon
broke through the clouds We rushed
over the brow OF the hill, and there
vas our man running with great speed
down the other side, springing over
the stones in his way with the activity
OF mountain goat. A lucky long shot
of my revolver might have crippled
him, but l had brought it only to de-
fend myself if attacked, and not to
shoot an unarmed man who was run
ming away.
We were both swift runners and in
fairly good training, but we soon found
that we had no chance of overtaking
him. We saw him for long time in
the moonlight until he was only a
small speck moving swiftly among the
boulders upon the side of a distant
hill. We ran and ran until we We're
completely blown. but the space be-
tween us grew ever wider. Finally we
stopped and sat painting on two rocks.
while we watched him disappearing in
the distance.
And it was at this moment that
there occurred a most strange and I'M
expected thing. We had risen from
oil: rocks and were turning to go
home, having abandoned the hopeless
chase. The moon was low upon
the right. and the Jagged pinnacle of a
granite tor stood up against the lower
curve of its silver disc There out
lined as black as an ebony statue on
that shining background. I saw the
ngure Of a man upon the tor. DO not
think that II was, delusion. Holmes.
] assure you that / have never IN my
life seen anything more clearly As
far as l could Judge the figure was
That Of tall thin man. he stood with
his legs a little separated his arms
D.