And then, just as they were sure that all was safe, the
dog leapt from the bushes. Holmes immediately noticed
that its jowls were flecked with foam, but with startling rapidity
the hound was upon them, snarling and whipping its head wildly
from side to side.
"Methinks it's time to begone, Watson"
Holmes said with less than his usual calm tone, and they ran
across the moors, fending off the rabid cur with every step.
The dog chased them, got tired, and collapsed on the peet
to have a rather peaceful nap.
The floating excerpt is not exactly from the Hound of the
Baskervilles, but it's inspired by the story!