"Mr.Raby is hunting us with his dogs.

That was the echo." Coventry groaned.

"What scent would lie ?" said he.

"Those hounds were in the air; a hundred strong." Neither spoke for a moment, and then it was Grace who broke the terrible silence.
"THE GABRIEL HOUNDS!" "The Gabriel hounds; that run before calamity! Mr.Coventry, there's nothing to be done now, but to make our peace with God.

For you are a dead man, and I'm a dead woman.