Kenny thought of the horrible Dullahaun who roves about the country with his head under his arm and a death-warning basin of blood in his hand ready to dash in the face of the unlucky wight who answers his knock.
He shuddered and choked.

Then Joan slipped into the shelter of his arm, terrified at the thought of death, cried and watched the rain with him.
Adam Craig died at dawn with the rain he hated beating at the window.
And peace came wanly to his wrinkled face..