"Here you are," said Daphne, thrusting a hotwater bottle into his hand. "What a mercy I forgot to pack it!" As I lighted a cigarette-- "It is indeed," said I, "a godsend." With an awful look, Berry received the godsend and emerged from the car. After perhaps two minutes he reappeared. "No good," he said shortly. "The water's too hard or something. The brute won't look at it." "Nonsense," said Daphne. "All right," said her husband. "You go and tempt it. I'm through, I am." "Squeeze the air out of it and hold it under the spout." "But I tell you----" I took out my watch. "In another half-hour," I said, "it'll be dark, and we've still forty kilometres----" Heavily Berry disappeared. When I next saw him he was filling the radiator from his hat.... After six journeys he screwed on the cap and made a rush for the car. "But where's my bottle?" screamed Daphne. "I rejoice to say," replied Berry, slamming the door, "that full fathom five the beggar lies." "You've never dropped----" "If it's any consolation," said Berry, as I let in the clutch, "he perished in fair fight. The swine put about a bucket up each of my sleeves first, and then spat all over my head. Yes, it is funny, isn't it? Never mind. Game to the last, he went down regurgitating like a couple of bath-rooms. And now I really am flea-bitten. I can't feel anything except my trunk." It was as well that we had taken in water, for very soon, to my dismay, we began to climb steadily... Once again we watered--Heaven knows how high up--at a hovel, half barn, half cottage, where a sturdy mother came lugging a great caldron before we had named our need. In all conscience, this was obvious enough. The smell of fiery metal was frightening me to death. Mercifully, that terrible ascent was the last. As the day was dying, we dropped down a long, long hill, round two or three death-trap bends, and so, by gentle stages, on to a windy plain.... It was half-past six when we ran into Pampeluna. After paying an entrance fee, we proceeded to the Grand Hotel. It was intensely cold, and a wind cut like a knife. The streets were crowded, and we moved slowly, with the result that the eight urchins who decided to mount the running-boards did so without difficulty. The four upon my side watched Berry evict their fellows with all the gratification of the immune. "Little brutes," said Daphne. "Round to the left, Boy. That's right. Straight on. Look at that one. He's holding on by the lamp. Boy, can't you---- Now to the right.... Here we are." "Where?" said I, slowing up. "Here. On the right. That must be it, with the big doors." As I climbed out of the car, seven more boys alighted from the dickey, the wings, the luggage, and the spare wheels. A second later I found myself in a bank.