"Two minutes more and he would have been safe." Nathaniel, sinking to his knees in the mire, forged up beside him.
"Lord!" he exclaimed, as a breath of air brought a sudden burst of blood-curdling cries to them.

"If they'd loosed them on us sooner--" He shivered at the terrible grimace Neil turned on him.
"Had they slipped the leashes when we escaped, we would have been with poor Schredder now, Captain Plum.

By the way--" he stopped a moment to wipe the water and mud from his face, "-- three days after they covered Schredder's bones with muck out there, the elder took Schredder's wife! She was too pretty for a fisherman." He started on, but halted suddenly with uplifted hand.

No longer could they hear the baying of the dogs.
"They've struck the creek!" said Neil.

"Listen!" After an interval of silence there came a long mournful howl.
"Treed--treed or in the water, that's what the howling means.