"Be pleased to come with me!" he ended abruptly.
"In peace ?" I asked.
"In peace," he replied--then slowly--"with me at least." "Oh, come on, Doc!" cried Larry.

"As long as we're here let's see the sights.

Allons mon vieux!" he called gaily to the green dwarf.

The latter, understanding the spirit, if not the words, looked at O'Keefe with a twinkle of approval; turned then to the great Norseman and scanned him with admiration; reached out and squeezed one of the immense biceps.
"Lugur will welcome you, at least," he murmured as though to himself.
He stood aside and waved a hand courteously, inviting us to pass.

We crossed.