“It's about Roche, Cap'n,” Dick went on. “I had to leave him at Manistee.”
“Why?”
“He drinks too much for me—I couldn't depend on him a minute. He bummed around up there, and got himself too shaky to be any use to me.”
Stenzenberger, with expressionless face, chewed his cigar. “What did you do for a mate?”
“Came down without one.”
“Have you found a man yet?”
“No—haven't tried. I thought you might have some one you could suggest.”
“I don't know. You 'll want to be starting up to Spencer's place in a day or so.” He chewed his cigar thoughtfully for a moment, then dropped his voice. “There's a man right here you might be able to use. Do you know McGlory?”
“No.”
“You do, Henry?”