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UNDER HIS THUMB. _ 145 ‘It sounded like a shout. Hark! there itis again.’’ Above the sounds of the storm came a prolonged, dismal cry, that caused the two girls to clasp each other’s hands in terror. ‘A call for nee wasn’t it?’’ was Katie’s whispered query. **T think not.”’ “Sure and it didn’t sound human at all. I believe it is a spirit, Stella. ’’ ‘Nonsense. It was aman or—— ‘There!’’ Once more the cry sounded above the storm. This time it was nearer than before, and there was no mistaking its character. ‘It is a hound,’’ exclaimed Stella, with a sigh of relief. “Maybe there’s a hunter roving about in the woods, then.’’ “Very likely.’’ “And who knows but this is his hut? But he wouldn’t be so unkind as to turn us out of doors in the storm, I am sure.’’: “Of course not. If he does not betray us to our pursuers, I shall fear nothing else.’’ _ Again and again the baying of the hound sounded on the night air, each time nearer than before. But presently it ceased, and for a long interval it was not heard. The fugitives rose and went to the open end of their shelter. It was still raining heavily, and the wind careered wildly through the tree-tops. As they stood and listened they heard a crashing of undergrowth close at hand; and then, so loud and near that they recoiled in terror, they heard the deep bay of the hound. Eomichooks.co mn