"Of course I'll go?"
"I'm sorry, captain—" Peter Gross's face expressed sincere regret. "Nothing would please me more than to have you with me, but I can't spare you here."
Carver realized that himself. He swallowed his disappointment.
"Whom were you planning on taking?" he asked abruptly.
"Inchi—"
Carver nodded approval.
—"And Paddy Rouse."
"Paddy?" the captain exclaimed. "Of what use—I beg your pardon, Mr. Gross."
Peter Gross smiled. "It does seem a peculiar mission to take that youngster on," he said. "But Paddy's going to be rarely useful to me to-day, useful in a way every man couldn't be. These natives have a superstitious reverence for red hair."
An understanding smile broke upon Carver's face.