Chapter 17
The Ambush on the Moor and the Hound's Death
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1 Tiny wagonette lamps creep across the black moor toward the fog over the Grimpen Mire
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2 Behind the orchard wall, Watson watches Stapleton unlock the out-house
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3 Behind the granite screen, Holmes stares at the moonlit fog rolling in from the Grimpen Mire and says, "It's moving towards us."
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4 For the first time, the man who is never surprised is struck with amazement: Holmes's pale face freezes in a fixed stare and his lips part.
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5 Out of the moonlit wall of fog, the coal-black hound leaps with fire at its jaws.
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6 Holmes has outrun the others up the moonlit track and fires his revolver point-blank into the flank of the burning hound as it pins Sir Henry to the stones.
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7 Watson's fingertips smoulder with cold blue flame from the dead hound's muzzle
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8 Two dark eyes above a white towel gag look out of the shadowed museum room
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9 Beryl Stapleton, freed and bruised, claps her hands and laughs fiercely at the fogged window.
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10 Holmes has sunk to his waist in the Grimpen Mire.
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11 On the firmer ground past the morass, Holmes, Watson and Lestrade bend over the smooth black mud looking for Stapleton's footprints.
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12 Standing on the rim of the old tin-mine island, Holmes sweeps his long arm over the endless green-splotched Grimpen Mire and names Stapleton the most dangerous man they have ever hunted.
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