Besides, I think we have.

Lead on, please." Against the will of the others, he prevailed.

The light oil-skins were placed in the baskets, each of which was shouldered by two men, Jarvo bearing the foremost pole of St.George's palanquin.

All the carriers had drawn on long, soft shoes which, perhaps from some preparation in which they had been dipped, glowed with light, illuminating the ground for a little distance at every step.
"Are you ready, adon ?" asked Jarvo and Akko at the same moment.
"Ready!" cried St.George impatiently.
"Ready," said Amory languidly, and added one thought more: "I hope for Chillingworth's sake," he said, "that Frothingham is a notary public.

We'll have to have somebody's seal at the bottom of all this copy." The baskets were lightly lifted.