? ? ? ? "My God, what's that, Watson?"
? ? ? ? "I don't know. It's a sound they have on the moor. I heard it once before."
? ? ? ? It died away, and an absolute silence closed in upon us. We stood straining our ears, but nothing came.
? ? ? ? "Watson," said the baronet, "it was the cry of a hound."
? ? ? ? My blood ran cold in my veins, for there was a break in his voice which told of the sudden horror which had seized him.
? ? ? ? "What do they call this sound?" he asked.
? ? ? ? "Who?"
? ? ? ? "The folk on the countryside."
? ? ? ? "Oh, they are ignorant people. Why should you mind what they call it?"
? ? ? ? "Tell me, Watson. What do they say of it?"
? ? ? ? I hesitated but could not escape the question.
? ? ? ? "They say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles."
? ? ? ? He groaned and was silent for a few moments.
? ? ? ? "A hound it was," he said at last, "but it seemed to come from miles away, over yonder, I think."
? ? ? ? "It was hard to say whence it came.
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