“That’s right. Going to pick up our orders.”
“Arunga?”
“Yes.” They walked on together.
The second mate was not wearing his Technical Sergeant’s stripes. Evans hoped the Adjutant would not mind. One could never tell about these Headquarters people. He would warn Bervick later.
They walked slowly along the black volcanic ash roadway. At various intervals there were wooden huts and warehouses. Between many of the buildings equipment was piled, waiting to be shipped out.
“It’s been almost a year since we was to Arunga,” remarked Bervick.
“That’s right.”
“Have we got some new charts?”
“We got them last fall, remember?”
“I guess I forgot.” A large truck went by them and they stood in the shallow gutter until it had passed.