Alexander Belyaev. Haiti-Tajti (№ 314343)

And Bakala, who followed every gesture of Coke, immediately stood up and laid his hand behind his back, obviously pulling from his pocket a revolver. I decided that it's time to act. I did a thing, which is commonly resorted to Indian elephants, wanting to frighten the enemy: they are tightly pressed against the hole of the trunk to the ground and begin to blow strongly. It turns out the strange, frightening sound: a crackling, gurgling, chrapanie. This sound could Wake the dead.