"Promise! Y'understand, want to forget."
"Must stop it," repeated McNab, turning from the yellow-eyed owls to Stover.
"Promish," repeated Stover solemnly. A moment later he said sleepily: "I shay."
"Shay it."
"What—what I going to stop?"
"What you, what—" McNab frowned terrifically at the owls. "Stop—must stop—promish—what—what stop?"
The question being transferred to Stover, he in turn scratched his head and sought to concentrate his memory.
"I promished," he said slowly, "remember that—stop—promish stop. Wookey!"
"Yes, sir."