Go and fetch it.

Quick, now." "Pardon, Chief," answered Otter, "but I am a small man and the keg is heavy for me alone--if you will deign to help me, for the old woman is too weak." "Do you take me for a porter that I should roll kegs of cognac up steps?
Here, my friend," he went on addressing the sentry, "if you wish to earn a little present and a drink, perhaps you will give this fellow a hand with the cask.

There is a spigot in it, and you can try the quality afterwards." "Right, Senor," said the man briskly, and led the way down the steps.
A look of dreadful intelligence passed between the dwarf and his master.
Then Otter followed, his hand upon the hilt of the Arab sabre which he wore, while Leonard and Soa waited above.

They heard the man's heavily booted feet going down the steps followed by Otter's naked footfall.
"Where is your keg?
I don't see it," said the sentry presently.
"Lean over, senor, lean over," answered Otter; "it is in the stern of the canoe.

Let me help you." There was a moment's pause, to the listeners it seemed hours.