They entered the hospital, and the Major packed his knapsack with hasty, eager hands.
"What's this mess on the floor?" asked Ben Jope, pointing to the fragments of plaster of Paris.
"That?" The Major looked up from his packing. "That's a sort of image I broke. Come along; we haven't time to pick up the pieces."
They crossed the harbour in Cai Tamblyn's boat, and moored her safely at the ferry slip. On the knap of the hill the Major turned for a last look.
From the Town Quay, far below and across the water, the lights of the merry-go-round winked at him gaily, knowingly.