A stray cow or was it a stray cow?-danced round a huddle of thatched buildings, and the figure of a man danced after it. Conn could see him now. He was a man who danced with death. Deliberately he goaded the beast round the house of sleeping people. Once, twice, he ran her round, and looked as though he would do it once more. Conn bit his lip and clenched his hands. If the people awoke, there would be blood on the plaids of the Macdonalds before dawn. What did he think he was doing? the night was too fine. There were breaks in the cloud cover. They most all get away quickly.