"Look here," said Roger. "Here's a box of slides. They're all smashed."
"Was the microscope not brought up?"
"I don't know," said Roger. "It was in a box with a blue stencil."
"I know," said Lionel. "I've been looking out for it. I thought it wasn't here. Look. Over there. There's part of a lid with a blue stencil. Is that the lid for the microscope?"
"No, that's a drugs lid."
"They can't have taken it with them. Surely they wouldn't take a microscope."
"It might be up in the camp all this time."
"Yes. True. Wait. We'll get these things out of the mud, and then we'll go up the hill, and make a list of what is missing. Here's our stationery ruined. All our nice clean temperature charts that I set such store by. I told you life was wasteful out here. All your pressed plants are done for."
"Here are clothes, of sorts. Jaeger underwear."
"Fish them out. We'll wash them afterwards."