And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the other twain were but broken men for the rest of their days.
Acto seguido, y en su presencia, aquella criatura infernal arrancó la cabeza de Hugo Baskerville, por lo que, al volver hacia ellos los ojos llameantes y las mandíbulas ensangrentadas, los tres gritaron empavorecidos y volvieron grupas desesperadamente, sin dejar de lanzar alaridos mientras galopaban por el páramo.