At this moment he heard the deep bay of a hound.

"Harold!" he exclaimed. The dog, invisible, sprang forward
and seized upon his assailant. So violent was the impulse
that Egremont staggered and fell, but he fell freed from his
dark enemy. Stunned and exhausted, some moments elapsed
before he was entirely himself. The wind had suddenly
changed; a violent gust had partially dispelled the mist; the
outline of the landscape was in many places visible. Beneath
him were the rapids of the Mowe, over which a watery moon
threw a faint, flickering light. Egremont was lying on its
precipitous bank; and Harold panting was leaning over him and
looking in his face, and sometimes licking him with that
tongue which, though not gifted with speech, had spoken so
seasonably in the moment of danger.


END OF THE THIRD BOOK




BOOK IV


Book 4 Chapter 1



"Are you going down to the house, Egerton?" enquired Mr