"It's just two!" he said. "Sit tight and listen while I repeat the
incantation, and for goodness' sake keep cool if anything happens.
Remember we are here with an object--namely--to get everything we can
out of the Other World."

"Trust you for that!" Curtis sneered; "but all the same nothing's
going to happen."

"I am not sure of that," Hamar said, and after a brief pause began to
repeat these words[18]--

"Morbas from the mountains,
Where flow malignant fountains.
We are ready for you--Come!
Vampires from the passes,
Where grow blood-sucking grasses,
We are ready for you--Come!
Vice Elementals pretty
Give ear unto our ditty
We are ready for you--Come!
Planetians, forms so fearful,
We inform you, eager, tearful,
We are ready for you--Come!
Clanogrians, things of sorrow.
Postpone not till to-morrow,
We are ready for you--Come!
Barrowvians, shades seclusive,
Be not to us exclusive,
We are ready for you--Come!
Earthbound spirits of the Dead