"But hadn't we better be moving ?" "Come!" said the soldier; again hand in hand we went blindly on.
O'Keefe was muttering to himself.
"Flower of cold fire! Don't look into his eyes! Some joint! Damned superstition." Then he chuckled and carolled, softly: "Oh, mama, pin a cold rose on me; Two young frog-men are in love with me; Shut my eyes so I can't see." "Sh!" Rador was warning; he began whispering.

"For half a _va_ we go along a way of death.

From its peril we pass into another against whose dangers I can guard you.

But in part this is in view of the roadway and it may be that Lugur will see us.

If so, we must fight as best we can.