Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, and
that all they want is to be allowed to get the water, and go."

"Why should a watchman hide behind a tree?" asked the girl.
"And why----"

She ceased abruptly with a sharp cry of fright. "What's
that?" she whispered.

"What's what?" asked the young man startled. "What did you
hear?"

"Over there," stammered the girl. "Something--that--groaned."

"Pretty soon this will get on my nerves," said the man. He
ripped open his greatcoat and reached under it. "I've been
stoned twice, when there were women in the car," he said,
apologetically, "and so now at night I carry a gun." He
shifted the darkened torch to his left hand, and, moving a few
yards, halted to listen. The girl, reluctant to be left
alone, followed slowly. As he stood immovable there came from
the leaves just beyond him the sound of a feeble struggle, and
a strangled groan. The man bent forward and flashed the
torch. He saw stretched rigid on the ground a huge
wolf-hound. Its legs were twisted horribly, the lips drawn
away from the teeth, the eyes glazed in an agony of pain. The
man snapped off the light. "Keep back!" he whispered to the
girl. He took her by the arm and ran with her toward the
gate.