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Rh wooden mallet, not stopping to notice that it was not her own iron one. She flew savagely at Massang and began to beat upon his head with it, shouting:

"There, now! There, now! Cry for mercy before I hammer out your brains!" But the blows fell upon Massang's head as lightly as the blows of a tiny stick, and he laughed aloud, bidding her hammer away,—it quite amused him!

At length, weary and breathless, she paused. "And now," said Massang, "you must let me do the same to you!" Taking the witch's iron hammer from his pocket, he brought it down upon her head with great force.

The old woman clapped her hands to her head, uttered a shriek, leaped into the air and flew out through the window. Just at that minute the Black Man, the Green Man and the White Man, having returned from the hunt, appeared in the doorway.

"Quick! Quick!" cried Massang, pushing past them. "Let us follow the