"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 prey, and shuddered.
"Say, captain," quoth Umslopogaas, drawing back his hood of wolf's hide so that the moonlight fell upon his face, "is this the face of that youth whom you sought ?" "It is the face," answered the captain, astonished.
"Ay," laughed Umslopogaas, "it is the face.

Fool! I knew your errand and heard your words, and thus have I answered them." And he pointed to the dead.

"Now choose, and swiftly.

Will you run for your life against my wolves?
Will you do battle for your life against these four ?" And he pointed to Greysnout and to Blackfang, to Blood and to Deathgrip, who watched him with slavering lips; "or will you stand face to face with me, and if I am slain, with him who bears the club, and with whom I rule this people black and grey ?" "I fear ghosts, but of men I have no fear, though they be wizards," answered the captain.
"Good!" cried Umslopogaas, shaking his spear.
Then they rushed together, and that fray was fierce.