"Every success we have had is due to her," Peter Gross asserted sharply. "She saved my life three times."
Carver hazarded one more effort.
"Granted. For some reason we don't know she thinks it's to her interest to keep you alive—for the present. But she has an object. I can't make it out yet, but I'm going to—" The captain's lips closed resolutely.
"You condemned her before you saw her because she has Dyak blood," Peter Gross accused. "It isn't fair."
"I'd like her a lot more if she wasn't so confounded friendly," Carver replied dryly.
Peter Gross did not answer, and by tacit consent the subject was dropped.
Captain Carver was looking at his watch—the two hours were more than up—when Jahi, who had been in the van, stole back and lifted his hand in signal for silence.
"Orang blanda here stay, Dyak boy smell kampong," he said.