Yes, I'll stay here, and do Wallstein's work." He was still mechanically watching Krool attend to the sick man, and he was suddenly conscious of an arrest of all motion in the half-caste's lithe frame.

Then Krool turned, and their eyes met.

Had he drawn Krool's eyes to his--the master-mind influencing the subservient intelligence?
"Krool wants to go to South Africa," he said to himself with a strange, new sensation which he did not understand, though it was not quite a doubt.

He reassured himself.

"Well, it's natural he should.