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Luckily, George could go with him. George has a good level head and will make the best possible companion. Alan is headstrong, idealistic and impulsive, and he's lived so much in scholarship that he scarcely knows there are other worlds to explore. He's a curious mixture of innocence and of wisdom beyond his years. Or, I'd better say, of knowledge beyond his years. It's George who has the wisdom.

I've said enough--too much, perhaps, on the subject of Alan. But he's all I've got left, Tyson; the war damned near wiped out the Hardies. I'm as fond of young George as though he were Alan's brother, but the fact remains that he's not. Neither of them will be a burden to you. They'll go their own way, and I'm afraid you'll see very little of them. They will have told you of my plans. If you can, persuade them to stop with you, and to stay on there till I come.

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Strolling through the Papeete market place on Sunday morning, Tyson found George McLeod awaiting him in front of a coffee shop at the end of the busy Place. McLeod was a slight, wiry young man, with dark eyes and hair, and something in his carriage reminded the consul of the alert manner and the easy grace of a lightweight boxer.