She did go to sleep, and when she waked, the world was dark. The moon had sailed away like a golden boat, and the stars seemed very far off.
Judy sat up and shivered. A cool wind had risen, but that was not what had roused her.
She had heard something!
Something that just at the right of the flock of sheep moved silently, something blacker than the darkness that enveloped it!
She thought of wild animals, of tramps, of everything natural that might invade a pasture; then as a sepulchral cry broke once more upon the air, she remembered all the tales she had ever heard of Things that visited one in the night.
"Judy Jameson, you know you don't believe in ghosts," she tried to reassure herself, "you know you don't, Judy Jameson," but all the same her heart went "thumpety-thump."
She cowered back against the rock as a white figure appeared beside the black one, and the two bore down upon her.
There was a sudden bewildering chorus:
"Caw—caw—caw—"
"Purr—rr—meow—"