“Yes.”
“Christopher,” impressively, “if my life were in danger, and you could save me by giving your own life, would you?”
“Me?”
“You needn’t answer if you don’t want to.”
“Yes, I would die for you.”
In a burst of laughter Beelo drew his big head down and laid his cheek against it. “What an absurd old Christopher!” he cried. “Come.”
He stepped back, and again turned to me.
“Choseph, one thing more! As the king’s messenger will you again see Mr. Vancouver?”
“Yes, if you wish.‘’
“It’s better. Tell him to send the young men out whenever he pleases, and to take the passage by which you entered the valley.”