He had gone about a hundred rods when he paused and listened.

Clearer and more distinctly came his name in tones whose earnest entreaty could not be mistaken.

Teddy rose on his heels and made reply to the hail, to assure his master, if possible, that he was approaching with all speed.
The Irishman's words were yet lingering in his mouth, when another and more terrible sound reached his ears.

It was that of a suppressed, half-smothered woman's scream--a sort of gasp of terror.

It was so short and so far away that it was impossible to tell its direction.