"Sure it has stopped now, but I heard it clear, and so did Anndra MacEwan. It was like the sound of a reed pipe, and the tune was an eery one at that."
"It was the Dance of the Dead."
"And who will be playing that?" asked the man, with fear in his eyes.
"No living man."
"No living man?"
"No. I'm thinking it will be one of my brothers who was drowned here, and by the same token that it is Gloom, for he played upon the feadan. But if not, then—then—"
The two men waited in breathless silence, each trembling with superstitious fear; but at last the elder made a sign to Achanna to finish.
"Then—it will be the Kelpie."
"Is there—is there one of the—cave-women here?"
"It is said; and you know of old that the Kelpie sings or plays a strange tune to wile seamen to their death."