She looked at him humbly, entreatingly. Peter Gross smiled, his familiar, confident, warming smile.
"What your conscience dictates, Koyala."
She breathed rapidly. At last came her answer, a low whisper. "If you wish it, I will help you, mynheer."
Peter Gross reached out his hand and caught hers. "Then we're pards again," he cried.
CHAPTER XXX
The Governor's Promise
Peter Gross had just concluded an account of his administration in Bulungan to Governor-General Van Schouten at the latter's paleis in Batavia. The governor-general was frowning.
"So! mynheer," he exclaimed gruffly. "This is not a very happy report you have brought me."
Peter Gross bent his head.