"But these men, what of them?
They are in the employ of the State.

How do you know they will take us ?" Jarvo dropped his eyes.
"I and Akko," he said quietly, "we are two of these six carriers, adon." Then Amory leaped up, scattering the ashes of his pipe over the tiles.

This, then, was what was the matter with the feet of the two men, about which they had all speculated on the deck of _The Aloha_, the feet trained from birth to make the ascent of the steep trail, feet become long, tenuous, almost prehensile-- "It's miracles, that's what it is," declared Amory solemnly.

"How on earth did they come to take you to New York ?" he could not forbear asking.
"The prince knew nothing of your country, adon," answered Jarvo simply.

"He might have needed us to enter it." "To climb the custom-house," said Amory abstractedly, and laughed out suddenly in sheer light-heartedness.