Here was come to them an undertaking to which St.George himself must warm as he had warmed at the prospect of the voyage.

To go up the mountain to the threshold of the king's palace, where lived the daughter of the king.
Amory bent himself with a will to mastering each detail of the little man's proposals.

Rollo, they decided, was at once to make ready a few belongings in the oil-skins.

Immediately after the banquet St.George and Amory were to mingle with the throng and leave the palace--no difficult matter in the press of the departures--and, on the side of the courtyard beneath the windows of the banquet room, Jarvo, already joined by Rollo, would be awaiting them in the motor bound for Melita.
"It sounds as if it couldn't be done," said Amory in intense enjoyment.

"It's bully." He paced up and down the room, talking it over.