Gerard, to whom the danger appeared slight in proportion as it was distant, urged him to flight.
"What avails it ?" said Martin sadly; "if we get clear of the wood we shall die cheap; here, hard by, I know a place where we may die dear." "Alas! good Martin," cried Gerard, "despair not so quickly; there must be some way to escape." "Oh, Martin!" cried Margaret, "what if we were to part company?
Gerard's life alone is forfeit.

Is there no way to draw the pursuit on us twain and let him go safe ?" "Girl, you know not the bloodhound's nature.

He is not on this man's track or that; he is on the track of blood.

My life on't they have taken him to where Ghysbrecht fell, and from the dead man's blood to the man that shed it that cursed hound will lead them, though Gerard should run through an army or swim the Meuse." And again he leaned upon his bow, and his head sank.
The hound's mellow voice rang through the wood.
A cry more tunable Was never halloed to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, or in Thessaly.
Strange that things beautiful should be terrible and deadly' The eye of the boa-constrictor, while fascinating its prey, is lovely.

No royal crown holds such a jewel; it is a ruby with the emerald's green light playing ever upon it.