``It will take them a week to get sober,'' said Dr. Messinger.

All that week the black boys lounged in camp; sometimes they washed their clothes and hung them out on the bulwarks of the boat to dry in the sun; sometimes they went fishing and came back with a massive catch, speared on a stick (the flesh was tasteless and rubbery); usually in the evenings they sang songs round the fire. The fellow who had been stung kept to his hammock, groaning loudly and constantly asking for medicine.

On the sixth day the Indians began to appear. They shook hands all round and then retired to the margin of the bush where they stood gazing at the camp equipment. Tony tried to photograph them but they ran away giggling like schoolgirls. Dr. Messinger spread out on the ground the goods he had brought for barter.

They retired at sundown but on the seventh day they came again, greatly reinforced. The entire population of the village was there. Rosa sat down on Tony's hammock under the thatch roof.

``Give me cigarettes,'' she said.

``You tell them I want men to go Pie-wie country,'' said Dr. Messinger.

``Pie-wie bad people. Macushi people no go with Pie-wie people.''

``You say I want the men. I give them guns.''

``You give me cigarettes ...''

Negotiations lasted for two days. Eventually twelve men agreed to come; seven of them insisted on bringing their wives with them. One of these was Rosa. When everything was arranged there was a party in the village and all the Indians got drunk again. This time, however, it was a shorter business as the women had not had time to prepare much cassiri. In three days the caravan was able to set out.

One of the men had a long, single-barrelled, muzzle-loading gun; several others carried bows and arrows; they were naked except for red cotton cloths round their loins. The women wore grubby calico dresses--they had been issued to them years back by an itinerant preacher and kept for occasions of this kind; they had wicker panniers on their shoulders, supported by a band across the forehead. All the heaviest luggage was carried by the women in these panniers, including the rations for themselves and their men. Rosa had, in addition, an umbrella with a dented, silver crook, a relic of her association with Mr. Forbes.

The Negroes returned down-stream to the coast. A dump of provisions, in substancial tin casing, was left in the ruinous shelter by the bank.

``There's no one to touch it. We can send back for it in case of emergency from the Pie-wie country,'' said Dr. Messinger.

Tony and Dr. Messinger walked immediately behind the man with the gun who was acting as guide; behind them the file straggled out for half a mile or more through the forest.

``From now onwards the map is valueless to us,'' said Dr. Messinger with relish.

(Roll up the map--you will not need it again for how many years, said William Pitt ... memories of Tony's private school came back to him at Dr. Messinger's words, of inky little desks and a coloured picture of a Viking raid, of Mr. Trotter who had taught him history and wore very vivid ties.)

Three

``Mumsey, Brenda wants a job.''

``Why?''

``Just like everybody else, short of money and nothing to do. She wondered if she could be any use to you at the shop.''

``Well ... It's hard to say. At any other time she is exactly the kind of saleswoman I am always looking for ... but I don't know. As things are I'm not sure it would be wise.''

``I said I'd ask you, that's all.''

``John, you never tell me anything and I don't like to seem interfering; but what is going to happen between you and Brenda.''

``I don't know.''

``You never tell me anything,'' repeated Mrs. Beaver. ``And there are so many rumours going round. Is there going to be a divorce?''

``I don't know.''

Mrs. Beaver sighed. ``Well I must get back to work. Where are you lunching?''

``Brat's.''

``Poor John. By the way, I thought you were joining Brown's.''

``I haven't heard anything from them. I don't know whether they've had an election yet.''

``Your father was a member.''

``I've an idea I shan't get in ... anyway I couldn't really afford it.''

``I'm not happy about you, John. I'm not sure that things are working out as well as I hoped about Christmas time.''

``There's my telephone. Perhaps it's Margot. She hasn't asked me to anything for weeks.''

But it was only Brenda.

``I'm afraid mother's got nothing for you at the shop,'' he said.

``Oh well. I expect something will turn up. I could do with a little good luck just at the moment.''

``So could I. Have you asked Allan about Brown's?''

``Yes, I did. He says they elected about ten chaps last week.''

``Oh, does that mean I've been black balled?''

``I shouldn't know. Gentlemen are so odd about their clubs.''

``I thought that you were going to make Allan and Reggie support me.''

``I asked them. What does it matter anyway? D'you want to come to Veronica's for the week-end?''

``I'm not sure that I do.''

``I'd like it.''

``It's a beastly little house--and I don't think Veronica likes me. Who'll be there?''

``I shall be.''

``Yes ... well, I'll let you know.''

``Am I seeing you this evening?''

``I'll let you know.''

``Oh dear,'' said Brenda as she rang off. ``Now he's taken against me. It isn't my fault he can't get in to Brown's. As a matter of fact I believe Reggie did try to help.''

Jenny Abdul Akbar was in the room with her. She came across every morning now in her dressing gown and they read the newspaper together. The dressing gown was of striped Berber silk.

``Let's go and have a cosy lunch at the Ritz,'' she said.

``The Ritz isn't cosy at lunch time and it costs eight and six. I daren't cash a cheque for three weeks, Jenny. The lawyers are so disagreeable. I've never been like this before.''

``What wouldn't I do to Tony? Leaving you stranded like this.''

``Oh, what's the good of knocking Tony? I don't suppose he's having a packet of fun himself in Brazil or wherever it is.''

``I hear they are putting in bathrooms at Hetton--while you are practically starving. And he hasn't even gone to Mrs. Beaver for them.''

``Yes, I do think that was mean.''

Presently Jenny went back to dress. Brenda telephoned to a delicatessen store round the corner for some sandwiches. She would spend that day in bed, as she spent two or three days a week at this time. Perhaps, if Allan was making a speech somewhere, as he usually was, Marjorie would have her to dinner. The Helm-Hubbards had a supper party that night but Beaver had not been asked. ``If I went there without him it would be a major bust-up ... Come to think of it, Marjorie's probably going. Well I can always have sandwiches for dinner here. They make all kinds. Thank God for the little shop round the corner.'' She was reading a biography of Thiers that had lately appeared; it was very long and would keep her going well into the night.

At one o'clock Jenny came in to say goodbye (she had a latch key of Brenda's) dressed for a cosy lunch. ``I got Polly and Souki,'' she said. ``We're going to Daisy's joint. I wish you were coming.''

``Me? Oh, I'm all right,'' said Brenda and she thought, `It might occur to her to sock a girl a meal once in a way.'

They walked for a fortnight, averaging about fifteen miles a day. Sometimes they would do much more and sometimes much less; the Indian who went in front decided the camping places; they depended on water and evil spirits.

Dr. Messinger made a compass traverse of their route. It gave him something to think about. He took readings every hour from an aneroid. In the evening, if they had halted early enough, he employed the last hours of daylight in elaborating a chart. `Dry water course, three deserted huts, stony ground ...'