The chapel bell was ringing the way it rings for a fire, fast and uneven, and I went out of the byre at a run with Bram behind me and the two men on the door shouting after us.The bell rope was in the porch and the priest was not holding it. It was a boy, a lad of about eleven with a thatch of straw colored hair and freckles and his mother's shawl round his shoulders, and he was hauling on the rope with his whole weight and his face wet with tears."Stop," I said. "Stop, lad. What are you ringing it for?"He let go of the rope and the bell gave one last clang and the village went quiet."There is a wolf," he said."Where?""On the green. It came out of the pack house yard and it went across the green and it was big and it was the wrong shape."My stomach went cold. "Show me."He led me down the hill and round the back of the green to the wall of the churchyard where the grass is long and the yew trees hang over. There was a place in the wall where a stone had come out and the grass w
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