They must have escaped then.

We will try to hope so.

The black boy peered into one chamber after another, but saw no signs of them, only the stillness of death over all.
Let us leave this accursed house, lest, prying too closely, we may find crouching in some dark corner a Gorgon, who will freeze us into stone.
* * * * * The black lad stripped himself naked as he was born, and running like a deer, sped to Major Buckley's before the south wind, across the plain.
There he found the Sergeant, and told him his tale, and the Sergeant and he broke in on us with the terrible news as we were sitting merrily over our wine..