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"Before the bus goes? Any amount. Takes them at least half an hour to get the thing started. I'm more than put out about the launch," he added. "I'd counted on taking you out myself. They'll be another week, at least, overhauling the engine."

"It doesn't matter, sir, but we're sorry to miss going with you," said Hardie. "We're to get off at... what's the name of the place?"

"Tautira. It's at the very end of the road, so you can't miss it. You'll see something of native life there--what remains to be seen in these days. If I were you two, I'd stay on for a bit."

"That would suit me. What do you say, Mac?"

"I'll decide when we get there," said McLeod. "Can't say that I'm tired of Papeete, so far. Alan thinks this place is the hell hole of creation, Mr. Tyson."

"See here, George, drop the 'Mister,' will you? And that's for you, Alan, as well. I was 'Tyson' to both your fathers and I see no reason why I shouldn't be to the sons."

"Good. We will, sir." He smiled. "You don't mind that one bit of respect?"