The giant shifted his own tense look from me to the Irishman.

A gleam of approval lighted in his eyes.

He loosed me, and gripped O'Keefe's arm.

"Staerk!" he said.
"Ja--strong, and with a strong heart.

A man--ja! He comes too--we shall need him--ja!" "I tell," he muttered, and seated himself on the side of the bunk.
"It was four nights ago.