Behind us, we heard that strange sound, the deep howling sound I heard on the moor last night. It made me shiver with fear.
‘What is it, Holmes?’ 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
We walked quickly along the dark parth, I was pleased to see the lights of Baskerville Hall in front of us I was afraid of what was behind us- out on the moor,
At night