Certainly the new life had not changed Tarboe, had not altered his sturdy, strenuous nature.

His brown eyes under the rough thatch of his eyebrow took in the room with lightning glance, and he nodded respectfully, yet with great friendliness, at John Grier.

He seemed to have news, and he glanced with doubt at Carnac.
John Grier understood.

"Go ahead.

What's happened ?" "Nothing that can't wait till I'm introduced to your son," rejoined Tarboe.
With a friendly look, free from all furtiveness, Carnac reached out a hand, small, graceful, firm.