"And it sounded like voices comin'." A snarl of contempt from Mac Strann; then he scratched another match and at once the flame licked up the side of the hay and cast a long arm up the wooden wall.
"Out of this quick!" commanded Mac Strann, and they started hastily down the barn towards the door.

The fire behind them, after the puff of flame from the hay, had died away to a ghastly and irregular glow with the crackle of the slowly catching wood.

It gave small light to guide them; only enough, indeed, to deceive the eye.

The posts of the stalls grew into vast, shadowy images; the irregularities of the floor became high places and pits alternately.

But when they were half way to the door Haw-Haw Langley saw a form too grim to be a shadow, blocking their path.
It was merely a blacker shape among the shades, but Haw-Haw was aware of the two shining eyes, and stopped short in his tracks.
"The wolf!" he whispered to Mac Strann.