"They never told him they wanted us," continued Jarrow, with due caution, glancing about the deserted bar. "But I put it through. They're swells and no mistake."
"Then it's a go, skipper?"
"We get out in the morning. It's to be quiet. We clear for Vigan with passengers. Take rock ballast this afternoon, and git stores aboard. Locke give me free rein for everything needed, and I'm to draw on him at the Hong Kong-Shanghai bank. We ought to clean up. Pipe down, here's the dude clerk."
"You saw Mr. Locke?" asked Wilkins, with a genial air, as he came in from the office, consumed with curiosity.
"Oh, yes," said Jarrow. "He's a nice man."
"Raw-ther," said Wilkins.
"I hear he's rich," said Jarrow.
Wilkins smiled knowingly. "Millions," he said.
Peth looked at Jarrow quickly, and whistled faintly through his teeth.
"I guess you know me," said Jarrow. "I been up here a few times now and then on business."