"Where is my boat ?" I touched O'Keefe gently and stood before the giant.
"Listen, Olaf Huldricksson," I said.

"We take you to where the sparkling devil took your Helma and your Freda.

We follow the sparkling devil that came down from the moon.

Do you hear me ?" I spoke slowly, distinctly, striving to pierce the mists that I knew swirled around the strained brain.

And the words did pierce.
He thrust out a shaking hand.
"You say you follow ?" he asked falteringly.