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 It's the Boyg that's unwounded, and the Boyg that was hurt, It's the Boyg that is dead, and the Boyg that's alive.

[Throws away the branch.]

The weapon is troll-smeared; but I have my fists!

[Fights his way forward.

Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body. Hee-hee, Peer Gynt, so you'll reach the summit.

[Falling back again.]

Forward or back, and it's just as far;— Out or in, and it's just as strait! He is there! And there! And he's round the bend! No sooner I'm out than I'm back in the ring.— Name who you are! Let me see you! What are you?

The Boyg.

[Groping around.]

Not dead, not living; all slimy; misty. Not so much as a shape! It's as bad as to battle In a cluster of snarling, half-wakened bears!

[Screams.

Strike back at me, can't you!