As for this man,"-- she smiled at Larry--"I would have him explain to me some things." She hesitated.
"What 'hon-ey of 'e wild bees-s' is." Larry had spoken the words in English, and she was trying to repeat them.

"As for this man, the sailor, do as you please with him, Lugur; always remembering that I have given my word that he shall join that wife and babe of his!" She laughed sweetly, sinisterly.

"And now--take them, Rador--give them food and drink and let them rest till we shall call them again." She stretched out a hand toward O'Keefe.

The Irishman bowed low over it, raised it softly to his lips.

There was a vicious hiss from Lugur; but Yolara regarded Larry with eyes now all tender blue.
"You please me," she whispered.
And the face of Lugur grew darker.
We turned to go.