"Mountaneyous!" he muttered, "g-great an' p-powerful."
For the second time in his life he felt strongly moved to expression and seemed to be feeling for adequate words. Master put his arm around the big hunter and asked him what he meant.
"Oh-h-h! Oh-h-h!" Strong murmured, in a tone of singular tenderness. "P-purty! purty! w-wonderful purty! She's too g-good fer this w-world. I jes' f-felt like t-takin' her on my b-back an' makin' r-right across the s-swamps an' hills fer heaven."
The Emperor wiped his eyes and added:
"You're as handy with a g-gal as I am with a f-fish-rod."
Next day he noted this conclusion in his memorandum-book:
"Strong cant wait much longer. He's got to have a guide for the long trail."