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"Quiet!""Yes, Watson. Someone has used a clever mixture of paint and phosphorus," replied Holmes, examining the dead animal.Its eyes shone red and its muzzle glowed like flickering flames in a fire.He glared helplessly at the frightful hound which was hunting him down.Even now in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a blue flame and the small, cruel eyes looked as though they were ringed with fire.I put my hand on the glowing muzzle and when I held them up my own fingers were shining in the darkness.We glared at the cloud of fog.Suddenly, a dreadful shape jumped out from the shadows of the fog.As we flew up the track, we heard scream after scream from Sir Henry and the deep roar of the hound.I arrived to see the hound attack Sir Henry and push him to the ground But in the next second Holmes had fired his gun into the creature's body.With a last howl, it rolled on its back and then fell dead on its side.exclaimed Holmes.It was an enormous hound."Good grief, Watson!"

Holmes dropped down on his knees, put his ear to the ground
and said, "I think I can hear him coming."
A sound of quick steps broke the silence of the night. The steps
grew louder and through the fog, as through a curtain, appeared the
man who we were waiting for.
He came swiftly along the path, passed close to where we were hiding and ran up the hill behind us. As he walked, he glanced continually over his shoulder, like a man who thinks he is being followed.
"Quiet!" whispered Holmes. "Look out! It's coming!"
We glared at the cloud of fog. Suddenly, a dreadful shape jumped out from the shadows of the fog. It was an enormous hound. Its eyes shone red and its muzzle glowed like flickering flames in a fire.
Far away on the path, we saw Sir Henry looking back; his face was white in the
moonlight and his hands were raised in horror. He glared helplessly at the frightful
hound which was hunting him down.
As we flew up the track, we heard scream after scream from Sir Henry and the deep roar of the hound. I arrived to see the hound attack Sir Henry and push him to the ground But in the next second Holmes had fired his gun into the creature's body. With a last howl, it rolled on its back and then fell dead on its side.
"Good grief, Watson!" exclaimed Holmes. "What was it?"
We looked at the terrible creature which was lying stretched before us. It was as large as a small lioness. Even now in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a blue flame and the small, cruel eyes looked as though they were ringed with fire. I put my hand on the glowing muzzle and when I held them up my own fingers were shining in the darkness.
"Phosphorus," I said.
"Yes, Watson. Someone has used a clever mixture of paint and phosphorus," replied
Holmes, examining the dead animal. "We apologise, Sir Henry, for giving you this fright
I was prepared for a hound but not a creature like this."
"Holmes," murmured Sir Henry, "You have saved my life."
"I'm sorry I put you in danger," replied Holmes. "Are you strong enough to stand?"