"I think carretera means 'road,'" said I. "As for accidentada—well, it's got an ugly sound."
"Well, do look out," said Daphne. "We shall be there any minute. This must be Espinal, and that's where it begins."
Berry cleared his throat.
"The art of life," he announced, "is to be prepared. Should the car overturn and it become necessary to ply me with cordial, just part my lips and continue to pour until I say 'When.' Should—— What are you stopping for?"
"Very slightly to our rear," said I, "upon the right-hand side of the road stands a water-trough. You may have noticed it."
"I did," said Berry. "A particularly beautiful specimen of the palaeolithic epoch. Shall we go on now?"
"Supposing," said I relentlessly, "you plied the radiator. Just take the cap off and continue to pour till I say 'When.'"
"I should be charmed," was the reply. "Unfortunately I have no vessel wherewith to——"
"Here you are," said Daphne, thrusting a hotwater bottle into his hand.
"What a mercy I forgot to pack it!"
As I lighted a cigarette—