“We shall never get round,” said Mark, “and I am getting hungry, and Pan is tired of the rushes too.” Pan, with his red tongue lolling out at one side of his mouth, looked up, showed his white tusks and wagged his tail at the mention of his name. He had ceased to quest about for some time; he had been walking just at their heels in the path they made. “We _must_ go on,” said Bevis, “we _can’t_ go back; it is not proper. Travellers like us never go back. I wish there were no more sedges. Come on.” He marched on again. But now they had once confessed to each other that they were tired, this spurt soon died away, and they stopped again. “It is as hot as Central Africa,” said Mark, fanning himself with his hat. “I am not sure that we are not in Central Africa,” said Bevis. “There are hundreds of miles of reeds in Africa, and as we have crossed the Nile very likely that’s where we are.” “It’s just like it,” said Mark, “I am sure it’s Africa.” “Then there ought to be lions in the reeds,” said Bevis, “or elephants. Keep your spear ready.” They went on again a little way. “I want to sit down,” said Mark. “So do I,” said Bevis; “in Africa, people generally rest in the middle of the day for fear of sunstrokes.” “So they do; then we ought to rest.” “We can’t sit down here,” said Bevis; “it is so wet, and it does not smell very nice: we might have the fever, you know, if we stopped still long.” “Let’s go to the hedge,” said Mark, pointing to the hedge which surrounded the shore and was a great way on their left hand. “Perhaps there is a prairie there. And I am so thirsty, and there is no water we can drink; give me an apple.” “But we must not go back,” said Bevis; “I can’t have that; it would never do to let the expedition fail.” “No,” said Mark. “But let us sit down first.” Bevis did not quite like to leave the sedges, but he could not gainsay the heat, and he was weary, so they left the rough path and went towards the hedge, pushing through the sedges and rushes. It was some distance, and as they came nearer and the ground very gradually rose and became drier, there was a thick growth of coarse grass between the other plants, and presently a dense mass of reed-grass taller than their shoulders. This was now in bloom, and the pollen covered their sleeves as they forced a way through it. The closer they got to the hedge the thicker the grasses became, and there were now stoles of willow, and tall umbelliferous plants called “gix,” which gave out an unpleasant scent as they rubbed against or pushed them down and stepped on them. It was hard work to get through, and when at last they reached the hedge they were almost done up.