I was to say, if you please, that if you called, Mrs.Goddard was poorly to-day, sir." "Dear me!" said Mr.Juxon, "I hope she is not ill.

Is it anything serious, Martha ?" "Well, sir, she's been down this mornin', but her head ached terrible bad and she went back to her room--oh, sir, your dog--he's a runnin' home." As she spoke a sound rang in the air that made Martha start back.

It was a deep, resounding, bell-like note, fierce and wild, rising and falling, low but full, with a horror indescribable in its echo--the sound which no man who has heard it ever forgets--the baying of a bloodhound on the track of a man.
The squire turned deadly pale, but he shouted with all his might, as he would have shouted to a man on the topsail yard in a gale at sea.
"Stamboul! Stamboul! Stamboul!" Again and again he yelled the dog's name.
Stamboul had not gone far.

The quickset hedge had baffled the scent for a moment and he was not a dozen yards beyond it in the park when his master's cry stopped him.

Instantly he turned, cleared the six-foot hedge and double ditch at a bound and came leaping back across the road.