You remember that I wrote of the _Pamir_ lying idle at Mudros with a cargo for a lot of different military units. The shipment had not yet reached its destination because we arrived in the midst of moving. Everyone was breaking camp--everywhere, Gallipoli or Asia. Some were returning to France, others going to Egypt, the majority bound for Salonica, for the army of the East, and no one to tell us what to do with our three thousand tons and our six cases of aeroplanes. Fourgues went to see the French Admiral, then the English Admiral, then the French Base Commandant, then the English Base Commandant, and all the authorities. Everybody said, “The _Pamir_? The _Pamir_? Three thousand tons? Munitions of war? Six aeroplanes? What to do with you? You are asking for orders?” “What good does it do,” said Fourgues, “to have Admirals and Base Commandants in the countries where things are happening if they aren’t capable of acting on their own responsibility and must ask for orders from Paris for a poor little bark of three thousand tons?” Of course, the orders didn’t come. They have other fish to fry in Paris and London. We should still be there if one fine evening Fourgues hadn’t said at dinner: “Get up steam, sonny, and we’ll start at dawn with to-morrow’s convoy. We’ll go to Salonica. They must be needing the stuff there, for it seems that the army of the East is going into Bulgaria. After the _Pamir_ has left Mudros they can’t catch us because they haven’t given us any wireless and at Salonica we shall see what we shall see!” He was as good as his word. The _Pamir_ set out the next day, getting behind four big hookers that were leaving the barrage and nobody said a word. Fourgues was chuckling on the bridge. “You see, the French Admiral thinks that I have orders from the military Base Commandant; the Commandant thinks that I have orders from the Admiral; between the two of them they would have let my cargo rot, whereas to-morrow General Sarrail will be dashed pleased to get it.” Perhaps he was right. Perhaps, though, when they saw the _Pamir_ put out, the Admiral and the Base Commandant were only too glad to be rid of the old grouser and said to themselves that they hoped he would go and hang himself somewhere else. Fourgues said that it would be a lesson to him, and that henceforth when the authorities had no orders to give him, he should give them to himself, because it was disgusting to let the shareholders make a thousand or fifteen hundred francs a day for doing nothing.