Now also they spoke as they peered this way and that; then, seeing nothing, stood awhile in the mouth of the glen waiting the coming of their company; and their words came to the ears of Umslopogaas.
"An awful place this, my brother," said one.

"A place full of ghosts and strange sounds, of hands that seem to press us back, and whinings as of invisible wolves.

It is named Ghost Mountain, and well named.

Would that the king had found other business for us than the slaying of these sorcerers--for they are sorcerers indeed, and this is the home of their sorceries.

Tell me, brother, what was that which leaped between us this morning in the dark! I say it was a wizard.