We Four, and the Stories We Told
We Four, — And the Stories We Told
We Four,
And the Stories We Told.
By Way of Prologue.
We Four were Jack Conliffe, Harry Clare, Archie Black, and I. We were seated in a hotel parlour on a winter night. We had played cards till we were tired, and now sat talking fitfully. At last I said, “It will be very dark for you, boys, going home to-night. Take care you don't come to grief crossing over the Creek, or see a ghost; it is just the night for such things to be abroad.”
“I recollect going home one pitch dark night,” said Archie, “after listening to a lot of ghost and murder stories, and suddenly I tumbled over a white calf. The brute got up in a hurry with a most unearthly bellow, and I really thought my hair was ‘turned all white.’ I don't believe I was ever so startled before.”
This led the conversation to the subjects of frights in general.