His cries were blood-curdling. They were all chilled with horror. Then in an instant the c******n was blinking at them with his slanting eyes.
"What you think of that, Mister Mailey?"
"It was terrible, Chang. What was it?"
"It was for him," nodding towards Malone. "He want newspaper story, I give him newspaper story. He will understand. No time 'splain now. Too many waiting. Sailor man come next. Here he come!"
The c******n was gone, and a jovial, puzzled grin passed over the face of the medium. He scratched his head.
"Well, damn me," said he. "I never thought I would take orders from a c***k, but he says 'hist!' and by crums you've got to hist and no back talk either. Well, here I am. What did you want?"
"We wanted nothing."
"Well, the c***k seemed to think you did, for he slung me
