THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN WALL "These do not seem to be friends of yours," I said, pointing to the fallen.

"And yet," I added, nodding towards the spearmen who were now emerging from the gully, "they are very like your friends." "Puppies from the same litter are often alike, yet when they grow up sometimes they fight each other," replied Father Christmas blandly.
"At least these come to save and not to kill you.

Look! they kill the others!" and he pointed to them making an end of some of the wounded men.

"But who are these ?" and he glanced with evident astonishment, first at the fearsome-looking Umslopogaas and then at the grotesque Hans.

"Nay, answer not, you must be weary and need rest.