she called, in her far-reaching, terrifying voice.

“No,” came the short answer out of the night.

“Go and loo — ok for him.”

His mother's voice nearly drove the youth mad.

He put the halter on the horse and shut the stable door. He came splashing back through the water, the lantern swinging.

The unconscious, drowning body was pushed past the house in the deepest current. Fred Brangwen came to his mother.

“I'll go to th' cart-shed,” he said.

“To — om, To — o — om!” rang out the strong, inhuman cry. Fred Brangwen's blood froze, his heart was very