This was the answer she made to every question.

He wound up by asking her how far it was to Mossley's Ferry, saying that he wanted to go there, and get something to eat.

She at last ran into the house, and we ran away as fast as we could.

We had gone but a short distance when we heard a horn, and soon-the-cursed hounds began bellowing.

We did our best running, but the hounds circled around the house a few times and then took our trail.