Behind us, we heard that strange sound, the deep howling sound I had heard on the moor last night. It made me shiver with fear.
'What is it, Ho;mes?' I asked. Do you know what makes that sound.'
'No,' He answered,'but the village people say it is the hound of the baskervilles. i will not go back to High Tor Farm tonight. Come. We must hurry. Keep your revolver ready.'
We walked quickly along the dark part. i was pleased to see the lights of Baskerville Hall in front of us. I was afraid of what behind us - out on the moor, atnight