“No, no, no; very big dry.”
“I understand. A dry valley?”
“Si, si. Then you cross this; oh, it is long. Then you look a way out. There is a hole in the hill, like so.”
“A pass?” Hi said. “A gap? A way to go through?”
“Si, si.”
“But,” Anton said, “you must not go to this side, right side, because no ground; go to left side. Ask peones.”
“Will there be peones?”
“Always peones.”
“And if I cannot find a peon to ask?” Hi said.
“Bad, bad,” Anton said. “A difficult way. Not for some kilometres. But keep north through the path through the forest; see?”