Frissell was a host in himself. He performed tricks of magic, imitations and feats of acrobatics and ventriloquism, appearing successively in various costumes from his inexhaustible supply. The quiet Miskin disclosed an unsuspected social gift and lured us into guessing games.
"What is the distance from Bremen to Hong Kong?"
We were staggered. Miskin, from the store of his librarian experience, knew the answer. It was dull, but helped to keep the others sober for a few extra hours.
The three days' rations lasted, I think, about one full 24-hour day.
A single unpleasant incident marred the close of the entertainment.
Plock, who was enormously exhilarated, crawled toward me and pointed toward the D.K.E. flag above us.
"D.K.E. song," he said thickly.
I eyed him coldly.
"I can only sing it with a Brother."
To my disgust he stretched out a very dirty hand, and gave me the grip!