48615 On that side a ridge of rocks ended in a sheer cliff, which overlooked a stone-strewn slope.
48616 On its jagged face was spread-eagled some dark, irregular object.
48617 As we ran towards it the vague outline hardened into a definite shape.
48618 It was a prostrate man face downwards upon the ground, the head doubled under him at a horrible angle, the shoulders rounded and the body hunched together as if in the act of throwing a somersault.
48619 So grotesque was the attitude that I could not for the instant realize that that moan had been the passing of his soul.
48620 Not a whisper, not a rustle, rose now from the dark figure over which we stooped.
48621 Holmes laid his hand upon him, and held it up again, with an exclamation of horror.
48622 The gleam of the match which he struck shone upon his clotted fingers and upon the ghastly pool which widened slowly from the crushed skull of the victim.
48623 And it shone upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint within us - the body of Sir Henry Baskerville!
48624 There was no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy tweed suit - the very one which he had worn on the first morning that we had seen him in Baker Street.
48625 We caught the one clear glimpse of it, and then the match flickered and went out, even as the hope had gone out of our souls.
48626 Holmes groaned, and his face glimmered white through the darkness.
48627 'The brute! the brute!' I cried, with clenched hands.
48628 'Oh, Holmes, I shall never forgive myself for having left him to his fate.'