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WONDER TALES FROM TIBET

through which they must pass on their way home.

He had not waited very long before he spied them in the distance, coming toward him. They walked gaily enough, never thinking of trouble, and did not even see him until they had got quite close to him. Massang stood directly in their path, his staff in his hands. The Green Man saw him first and, giving a cry of fear, fell at his feet. Then the other two saw him, and they also fell trembling before him. "It is Massang," they cried, "or his ghost come for vengeance! Surely now we are doomed!"

"Get up!" said Massang sternly, touching them with his staff. "Get up! I am no ghost but Massang indeed, whom you left to die miserably in the witch's cave. I had intended to slay you with this staff, for your falseness and cruelty—but you are too base and cowardly to touch!"

The three still lay trembling and grovelling upon the ground. "Alas! good