“Oh my! Yes! I daresay,” the captain agreed. “And by the way, it’s jolly good I thought of this. There’s a Buddhist temple up that river, rather a long way up.”
“Oh! Another temple!” Gale sighed. “Temples have brought us only bad luck.”
“You don’t say!” the captain exclaimed. “Well now, perhaps your luck will change. I’ve heard some good things about this particular temple—a good little man at the head of it, and all that. But then, one never knows. Well, cheerio! I’ll be going. I was with the colonel on his retreat.”
“Oh! Were you?” Gale exclaimed.
“Well, rather. So I must be in on his triumph, if there is to be a triumph. Well, rather!” He laughed as he vanished into the night.
“They’ll never believe us when we tell them at home about the things that have happened to us,” Gale laughed.
“No. Nor the kind of people we met. I’ll say they won’t!” Jan exclaimed. “Well, what d’you say we stuff our duffle bags, turn the old jeep over, and ramble?”
A half hour later they rambled into the night.
At first they met many trucks and cars feeling their way over the road with dimmed lights.
“Coming to join the big push.” Jan’s voice was husky. “And here we are, going the other way.”