When St.George and Amory were seated, Jarvo spoke hesitatingly: "We must bandage your eyes, adon," he said.
"Oh really, really," protested St.George, "we don't understand half we do see.

Do let us see what we can." "You must be blindfolded, adon," repeated Jarvo firmly.
Amory, passing his arms reflectively through the rubber straps which Akko held for him, spoke cheerfully: "I'll go up blindfold," he submitted, "if I can smoke." "Neither of us will," said St.George with determination.

"See here, Jarvo, we are both level-headed.

We pledge you our word of honour, in addition, not to dive overboard.

Now--lead on." "It has never been done," said the little brown man with obstinacy, "you will lose your reason, adon." "Ah well now, if we do," said St.George, "pitch us over and leave us.