“Hallo, it’s Galahad!”
Lizzie Straker’s short sleep had restored her vitality. She spluttered enthusiastically at the man.
“Hallo, old sport! here we are, ready for the limelight. Plenty of paraffin and shavings?”
“Rather!”
He turned the lamp on Eve so that she could see nothing but a round yellow eye.
“New comrade? Greetings!”
Joan Gaunt introduced them.
“Mr. Lawrence Kentucky—Miss Eve Carfax. We call him our Galahad.”
The man laughed, and his laughter was falsetto. She could not see him, except when he swung the lamp away from her, and then but dimly, but she received the impression of something tall, fidgety, and excitable.
“Delightful! One more fair lady to champion. Great adventures, great adventures!”