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with his spear to the Grey Witch on the Ghost Mountain, on which the

Now the captain had a great heart, though he had hidden from the

"What is that to you, wizard? Your ghost wolves had made an end of my

errand. Let them make an end of me also."

"Be not in haste, captain," said Umslopogaas. "Say, did you not seek a

certain youth, the son of Mopo?"

"That is so," answered the captain. "I sought one youth, and I have

found many evil spirits." And he looked at the wolves tearing their

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end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was

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