Hawks and Morgan found the courage to go and cut him free and carried him into the house. Not once did they take their eyes away from the hound which seemed to hold their gaze as if by magic.
The hound’s attention was on Shaw and even when Morgan dragged Willy inside, the beast took no notice. With one bound, the black hound placed itself in front of Shaw, and its eyes, burning like fire, pierced those of Shaw. His fear was so great that the thought of death did not occur to him; it was the manner in which he would die that overshadowed him. Why were his senses so alert with feelings and pain? Even on this cold day, the sweat soaked his clothing. The things he had done flashed before his eyes and tormented his soul and still he could not scream. His soul, did he have one? He started to wo
