‘With the first blowing, the birds became quiet: with the second, the dogs barked: with the third, the mbistling turned into a-scream that made bim shiver. Ghe peasant did not believe _ in ghost stories, but such was the dread that that whistle made him feel that be buried it so tt could not be used again, * Ghe days went by, but/| that strange iescrigtasn would not abandon bis thoughts. We bad the feeling that something really was after him. Since the day he blew that whistle, he would wake-up drenched in sweat every night; terrible nightmares deprived him of bis rest. * Daeing a stormy moonless night. the peasant was visited..Something hnoched on'bls door. fand the squall died down: tt hnoched again, and the dogs barked: It hnoched a third. tme.. “White there?” he quavered..Afler'a brief silences loud whistle froxe bls blood. }