Eet make glad de heart--make eet to sing like de birds.

Now I know eet vill be as I vish.

How do I get down, senor ?" Thus easily driven from his last weak entrenchments, his heart fluttering to the seduction of her suggestive glance, the embarrassed Stutter made unconditional surrender, a gruff oath growling in his throat.

He leaned out over the dark shaft, his supporting hand on the drum.
"Come u-u-up, M-M-Mike," he called, rattling his letters like castanets.

"I w-w-want to g-go d-d-down." There followed a sound of falling rocks below, a fierce shaking of the suspended rope, and then a muffled voice sang out an order, "H'ist away, and be dommed ter yer." Brown devoted himself assiduously to the creaking windlass, although never able entirely to remove his attention from that bright-robed, slender figure standing so closely at his side.
For one brief second he vaguely wondered if she could be a witch, and he looked furtively aside, only to perceive her bright eyes smiling happily at him.