“We’ll do anything you wish, Beelo.”
“As natives.”
“Good.”
“It will be very dangerous.”
“That is nothing.”
“Not a soul is to know but your captain. Not Annabel, mind you!” he abruptly added.
“Certainly not.”
“And you both promise that if your lives are threatened, you will try not to hurt or kill any one except as a last resort?”
We promised.
“Now,” said Beelo, “I want Christopher to go with me at once, and we’ll make a raft. When we go out of the valley it will be by way of the river.”