Heavily Berry disappeared.
When I next saw him he was filling the radiator from his hat….
After six journeys he screwed on the cap and made a rush for the car.
"But where's my bottle?" screamed Daphne.
"I rejoice to say," replied Berry, slamming the door, "that full fathom five the beggar lies."
"You've never dropped——"
"If it's any consolation," said Berry, as I let in the clutch, "he perished in fair fight. The swine put about a bucket up each of my sleeves first, and then spat all over my head. Yes, it is funny, isn't it? Never mind. Game to the last, he went down regurgitating like a couple of bath-rooms. And now I really am flea-bitten. I can't feel anything except my trunk."
It was as well that we had taken in water, for very soon, to my dismay, we began to climb steadily…
Once again we watered—Heaven knows how high up—at a hovel, half barn, half cottage, where a sturdy mother came lugging a great caldron before we had named our need. In all conscience, this was obvious enough. The smell of fiery metal was frightening me to death.
Mercifully, that terrible ascent was the last.