The Hound of the Baskervilles - Arthur Conan Doyle

death, what peasant would venture to inquire too closely into such a creature
should he get sight of it, as many have done, upon the moor? I said it in London,
Watson, and I say it again now, that never yet have we helped to hunt down a
more dangerous man than he who is lying yonder”—he swept his long arm
towards the huge mottled expanse of green-splotched bog which stretched away
until it merged into the russet slopes of the moor.