But I suppose human beings are always most afraid of what they cannot understand." The wailings came at less frequent intervals now, though they continued to be sufficiently awesome.

But when the clock showed two minutes before the hour of one in the morning these words came in a blast: "The hou-ou-our of de-eath is at hand.

The Gr-r-rim Rea-eaper is at the doo-oor!" "Then please, please, please--GO AWAY!" screamed Hen, his teeth clacking a bone solo..