For the life of him he could not put out of his mind the tale of the old Irish woman and the chair she had left by the fire on the Eve of All Souls for the visit of her dead son.

It had bothered Adam Craig and made him shudder.

It bothered Kenny now.
He wished he hadn't remembered it last night or to-day.

But the sound of Nellie's hoofs plodding along the soft dirt road was no more recurrent than his own foreboding.

It filled him with sadness and guilt.