"Of course. A mighty good idea. Bluff and superstition are two almighty-powerful weapons against savages."
"I also hope that we shall have another ally there," Peter Gross said.
"Who is that?"
"The Juffrouw Koyala."
Carver frowned. "Mr. Gross," he said, "I don't trust that woman. She's Dyak, and that's the most treacherous breed that was ever spawned. We've got to look out for her. She's an actress, and mighty clever in playing her little part, but she can't hide the hate in her heart. She'll keep us on the string and pretend she's won over, but the first chance she gets to strike, she'll do it. I've met that kind of woman in the Philippines."
"I think you are wholly mistaken," Peter Gross replied decisively.
Carver glanced at him quickly, searchingly. "She's a damn pretty woman," he remarked musingly, and shot another quick glance at the resident.
"That has nothing to do with the matter," Peter Gross replied sternly.
Abruptly dropping the topic, Carver asked:
"At what hour does the council meet?"