He heard the co'ees grow fewer and fewer as the men were speared one by one, and at last everything was quiet, and then he knew he was right, and he rose up and fled away.
"In two days he found the other party, and told them what had happened.
They came up, and there was some sharp fighting, but they got a good many of their sheep back.
"They found the men lying about singly in the scrub, all speared.

They buried them just where they found each one, for it was hot weather.
They buried them four foot deep, but they wouldn't lie still.
"Every night, about nine o'clock, they get up again, and begin co'eeing for an hour or more.

At first there's a regular coronach of them, then by degrees the shouts get fewer and fewer, and, just when you think it's all over, one will break out loud and clear close to you, and after that all's still again." "You don't believe that story, I suppose ?" "If you press me very hard," said the Doctor, "I must confess, with all humility, that I don't!" "No more did I," said Macdonald, "till I heard 'em!" "Heard them!" said the Doctor.
"Ay, AND SEEN THEM!" said the man, stopping and turning round.
"You most agreeable of men! pray, tell me how." "Why, you see, last year I was coming down with some wool-drays from Parson Dorken's, and this Cranky Jim was with us, and told us the same yarn, and when he had finished, he said, 'You'll know whether I speak truth or not to-night, for we're going to camp at the place where it happened.' "Well, and so we did, and, as well as we could reckon, it was a little past nine when a curlew got up and began crying.

That was the signal for the ghosts, and in a minute they were co'eeing like mad all round.
As Jim had told us, one by one ceased until all was quiet, and I thought it was over, when I looked, and saw, about a hundred yards off, a tall man in grey crossing a belt of open ground.

He put his hand to his mouth, gave a wild shout, and disappeared!" "Thank you," said the Doctor.