 Oh, Heathcliff, will we? Will we ever? Come along. We'd better get out of here. Confound that dog. Hurry, will you? I'm coming. Kathy, what is it? My ankle. I'm afraid I twisted it. Heathcliff, the dog. Let go of her, Blaskew. Let go, I said. Hold him, Skalka. Hold him. Heathcliff, my leg. You there, call off your dog, you fool. Down, Skalka, down. Good work. My boy, good work. You'll pay for this, you and your cursed dog. You'll pay for this. What is it, Father? Enough noise out here to... It's Catherine Earnshaw.