Before the squire, who was very little hurt, could get upon his feet, the bloodhound had found the scent and, uttering his deep-mouthed baying note, sprang upon the track of the flying man.

Mr.Juxon got across the ditch and followed him into the gloom.
"Stamboul! Stamboul!" he roared as he ran.

But before he had gone thirty yards he heard a heavy fall.

The hound's cry ceased and a short scream broke the silence.
A moment later the squire was dragging the infuriated animal from the prostrate body of Walter Goddard.

Stamboul had tasted blood; it was no easy matter to make him relinquish his prey.