more, and seemed peeved this time on being lugged to the surface.
“What?”
“The crops.”
“The crops?”
“Crops.”
“What crops?”
“Oh, just crops.”
He laid down his paper.
“You appear to be desirous of giving me some information about crops. What is it?”
“I hear they need rain.”
“Indeed?”
That concluded the small-talk. He went on reading, and I found a chair and sat down and sucked the handle of my stick. And so the long day wore on.
It may have been some two hours later, or it may have been about five minutes, when there became audible in the passage outside a strange wailing sound, as of some creature