or not the other men anticipated ill-fortune from it, most indisputably Bell did so.
"I don't know, sir," he said, quite humbly. "I should like to see the end."
"Are you feeling well, Bell?" continued Dr. Raynor, in a tone of sympathy—for the strange grey pallor was on the man's face still.
"I'm well enough, doctor. What should ail me?"
"You don't look well."
Bell shifted his stick from one hand to the other. "The Whistlers gave me a turn, I suppose," he said.
"Nonsense, man! You should not be so superstitious."
"See here, Dr. Raynor," was the reply—and the tone was lowered in what sounded very like fear. "You know of the hurt I got in the pit in Staffordshire—which lamed me for good? Well, the night before it I heard the Seven Whistlers. They warned me of ill-luck then; and