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On a word from the man who rode at the side of the carriage, it stopped.

‘But I have seen more than that,’ said he, ‘for Hugo Baskerville passed me upon his black mare, and there ran mute behind him such a hound of hell as God forbid should ever be at my heels.’ So the drunken squires cursed the shepherd and rode onward.

Then the revellers rode close together, for a great fear was on them, but they still followed over the moor, though each, had he been alone, would have been right glad to have turned his horse’s head.

The most of them would by no means advance, but three of them, the boldest, or it may be the most drunken, rode forward down the goyal.