The interpreter apparently gave the interpretation faithfully, from his gestures toward Roger; but the man he addressed gave a harsh laugh.
He spoke to his men and they roared and shouted in mockery.
“Bid him go, then, and try his strength to capture that small youth who cooks the broth that gives him the strength of the Mountain Gods.”
As Clark gave the phrases, he glanced at Roger.
Probably, Roger thought, the man was afraid that he would fail at this critical moment. Be afraid. Or show nervousness.
The bandit leader guffawed, and strode rapidly, and menacingly, in Roger’s direction.
“It’s your move, son,” Roger mentally admonished himself. “Steady.”
To Tip he called, very low, “Get set.”
Tip called back, “Say when.”
The bandit strode close.