At last, between us, we got him as far as the running board.
"Come on," I said impatiently.
"Don't rush me," said Berry, staring at the snow as if it were molten lead. "Don't rush me. How fresh and beautiful it looks, does not it?" He took a deep breath and let himself down upon his toes. "A-A-ah! If you can do sixty kilometres with a pound of snow in each shoe, how many miles is that to the gallon?"
The belt was at the very back of beyond, but I found it at last. As we replaced the luggage—
"And while," I said, "I'm fixing the strap, you might fill up the radiator."
"What with?" said Berry.
"Snow, of course. Just pick it up and shove it in."
"'Just pick it up and sho——' Oh, give me strength," said Berry brokenly. Then he raised his voice. "Daphne!"
"What's the matter?"
"I've got to pick up some snow now."