Yet the deer that sees it loses all power of motion, and trembles, and awaits his death and even so, to compare hearing with sight, this sweet and mellow sound seemed to fascinate Martin Wittenhaagen.

He stood uncertain, bewildered, and unnerved.
Gerard was little better now.

Martin's last words had daunted him, He had struck an old man and shed his blood, and, by means of that very blood, blood's four-footed avenger was on his track.

Was not the finger of Heaven in this?
Whilst the men were thus benumbed, the woman's brain was all activity.
The man she loved was in danger.
"Lend me your knife," said she to Martin.

He gave it her.
"But 'twill be little use in your hands," said he.
Then Margaret did a sly thing.