“Yes, I shall take him with us,” said Mr Parkley.
Dutch started in wonder at what seemed so rash a proceeding.
“And he must share, too,” said the Cuban, warmly.
“Yes; he will be my partner,” said Mr Parkley.
“And when do we start—to-morrow?”
“To-morrow!” laughed Mr Parkley. “No, sir; it will take us a month to fit out our expedition.”
“A month?”
“At least. We must go well prepared, and not fail for want of means.”
“Yes, yes, that is good.”
“And all this takes time. Trust me, sir, I shall not let the grass grow under my feet.”