in turn pursuing him.
"We'll see it through, if all the fiends of the pit were loose
upon the moor," he said.
We stumbled on until at last we saw whence the light came. A
guttering candle was stuck in a crevice of the rocks which flanked
it on each side so as to keep the wind from it and also to prevent
it from being visible, save in the direction of the Hall. There was
no sign of life. We wondered what to do, and then we both saw him.
Over the rocks, in the crevice of which the candle burned, there was
thrust out an evil yellow face, a terrible animal face, all seamed &
scored with vile passions. Foul with mire, with a bristling beard,
and hung with matted hair, it might well have belonged to one of
those old savages who dwelt in the burrows on the hillsides.
