"Leave him with the god," urged a third.
"I, too," cried Truda; "I also--"
"Be silent!" appealed Beekman in the language they two alone understood. "If you love me, say nothing. Alive, you can help me. Dead, and we die together."
"What do you say?" asked Kobo of the men.
"I have a suggestion to make," said Hano.
"What is that?"
"You thought that my tongue was doubled, that I did not speak the truth--"
"We were wrong," said Kobo.
"Let me speak now," said Hano.
"Let us hear him," cried one after another.