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 food, matches, anything he could think of that might be needed. He had no idea how far Nicholas would lead him, how long he would be gone or what he should find. At the last minute he took Oscar’s revolver down from the wall; there  had been two, but one his friend had evidently  taken with him. He quenched the fire, put out the light and was finally ready. With Nicholas running ahead, barking in loud delight now that  his desire was understood at last, they set out  into the storm.

The rain was still driving in sheets across the hill and the wind sweeping furiously along the  open spaces. The darkness was so dense that at first Hugh could do nothing but feel his way  down the trail which Nicholas so unhesitatingly  followed. When his eyes became a little more used to the dark, however, and the trees began  to shelter him from the stinging rain, he could  make out the windings of the steep path, could  distinguish the dog, white and ghostly, traveling  steadily ahead of him, and finally could see the  foaming white flood of the stream that poured