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 The final arrangements were that we sleep at Alan's the night before our departure (Alan's wife being absent in the country) and pack. Soon after my arrival at his home I could see that both my companions were very keen amateur photographers, but, as far as Alan was concerned, he was an amateur only because the Dept. of Information and Life Magazine had not snapped up his services. When discussing photography he wore a very worried look but internally was elated. He showed me some of his masterpieces. "Could I not see the composition in his pictures, etc. etc.?" I casually mentioned that a friend of mine had recently shown me a stereoscopic contraption, which was like looking at the actual scene. This sent my host off on a line of thought about third dimensions and a lot of other stuff that was beyond me. It was now 12.30 a.m. but he asked me if I should like to read the American Photographic Society Journal of 1938 before retiring. Jim came to my rescue suggesting a cup of tea and then to bed. This was carried unanimously (or 2 to 1 anyway) and we all plunged into the absent wife's double bed. At 2.30 a.m. Alan sneaked out of bed and I heard a few bumps out in his hobby room. Goodness, thought I, he must have over-exposed or under-baked a film or something and have suddenly remembered it. He did not return. In the morning he protested that when Jim stopped snoring I commenced and it was too much for his artistic temperament.
-Our starting place was Robertson, a small township on the Southern Highlands. From the Railway Station you can see the once famous Ranelagh Hotel, whose downfall was the mountain mists and changeable weather of this district. The guest golfers would find themselwes away out on the links when the mists would envelop them and the only "strike" they had was a sit down one until the mists passed.
+Our starting place was Robertson, a small township on the Southern Highlands. From the Railway Station you can see the once famous Ranelagh Hotel, whose downfall was the mountain mists and changeable weather of this district. The guest golfers would find themselves away out on the links when the mists would envelop them and the only "strike" they had was a sit down one until the mists passed.
 I enquired of a country-looking chap about a short cut leading to the main track, and he replied, "I am going down that way very shortly and if you like I will give you a lift in the truck", I blurted out my acceptance, but then ho finished, "I am going over to the pub to have a drink first". Jim and I accompanied him (Alan being already out snooping for shots). On the way to the pub we were joined by several of the driver's acquaintances who were all in at the "kill". We then boarded the waggon (somewhat against our professional pride, oh yea) and were instructed to seat ourselves on the wheat meal which was being transported to the local piggery. Alan tasted it and assured me that it was the germ of the wheat, first class quality as the pigs get only the best. My early morning breakfast fears that he was a student of diet as well as photography were now confirmed and, as my nominee, he was there and then elected cook for the trip, a position he thankfully accepted.
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 The essential qualification for the room (apart from cheapness!) is ready access any night. Has anyone any ideas?
+=====The News - E. & O.E.=====
+===Alma Mater At Charlotte's Pass.===
+When Mr. Constance vaguely waved a telegram at Charlotte Pass upon arriving to pick up a recent party, he was nearly knocked backwards into the Snowy River in the rush. It contained life-and-death news for the Blue Stockings. (I apologise. I haVe since learnt that the colour was due to the cold). Doreen Helmrich and Christa Calnan both appeared in print in the "Herald" in the University Results.
+Those who languished at home awaiting results were Jean Thirgood and Fifi Kinsela. Fifi distinguished herself by tying for first place in her year in Law. Well, I hope the Club will soon be bad enough to warrant two honorary solicitors.
+Tom Herbert has an addition to the family - a girl. In a few years time she will be able to keep the family place in the meat queue.
+===Hot News.===
+Betty Pryde has become engaged and is to be married within the week. Fast work, indeed, but her mentor, I believe, is from "The States".
+Shirley and Russell went to the Kowmung with Clem as chaperone. Russell returned with feet almost crushed beyond recognition. Shirley tried to annihilate Clem with a big boulder but missed through aiming at the right person.
+The exodus of the Israelites from Egypt palls before the present trek out of Sydney. Two-storey, modern, furnished homes must be available now for twenty five shillings a week.
-THE NEWS .E.
-ALMA MATER AT CHARLOTTE'S PASS
-When Mr. Constance vaguely waved a telegram at Charlotte Pass upon arriving to pick up a recent party, he was nearly knocked backwards into the Snowy River in the rush. It contained life-and-death news for the Blue Stockings. (I apologise. I haVe since learnt that the colour as due to the cold). Doreen Helmrich and Christa Calnan both appeared in print in the "Herald" in the University Results.
-Those who languished at home awaiting results were Jean Thirgood and Fifi Kinsela, Fifi distinguished herself by tying for first place in her year in Law. Well, I hope the Club will soon be bad enough to warrant two honorary solicitors.
-Tom Herbert has an addition to the-family - a girl. In a few
-years time she will be able to keep the faaily plat in the meat queue,
-HOT NEWS., Betty Pryde.,hap become engaged and is to be marricd within the week. Fast worklindeed1 but her mentor, I believe, is from
-Shirley and Rusaell w6nt to the Kowmiing with Clems chaperone. Russell returned With feet' aiMoSt" crushed 'beyond, recognition.' Shirley tried to annihilate Clem' Wit'h a-big- boulder-bUt'missed through aiming at the right person.
-The exodus of the Israelites from EgYpt palls before the present trek out of Sydney. Two-Storey,, modern, furnished homes must be available now for twenty, five shillings a week,
 We are sorry to lose Roy Davies who has returned to Melbourne, though why, we have not yet been able to discover. Roy was treasurer this year, but the auditor's certificate is not yet to hand.
-Shortly. the Hunters-are off to New Zealand which must make some of us a little envious. John now 'ha. opportunity of being the first man to climb Mt. Cook carrying a ,baby girl.
-Peter Jones and Roy Edser are somewhere in Tasmania by now (transport permitting) on one of the many trips walking and canoeing -
+Shortly the Hunters are off to New Zealand which must make some of us a little envious. John now has the opportunity of being the first man to climb Mt. Cook carrying a baby girl.
-.whch t-116:1101De to accomplish. Canoeing in Tasmania is so much 'easier - if you capsize, Al you have to do ibL'jump on the nearest iceberg.
-The Nobles hav. a daughter. Yes, she is extraordinarily wonderful ' etc. Grace greeted her on her arrival with the astonishing statement, "You need more than five 'valves to get sufficient amplification".
+Peter Jones and Roy Edser are somewhere in Tasmania by now (transport permitting) on one of the many trips - walking and canoeing - which they hope to accomplish. Canoeing in Tasmania is so much easier - if you capsize, all you have to do is jump on the nearest iceberg.
-Being somewhat backward, I did not know that pre-kindergarten training
-commences at such an early age.
+The Nobles have a daughter. Yes, she is extraordinarily wonderful etc. Grace greeted her on her arrival with the astonishing statement, "You need more than five valves to get sufficient amplification". Being somewhat backward, I did not know that pre-kindergarten training commences at such an early age.
-THE MILLENIUM - IT HAS ARRIVED.
-To the profound relief of all walkers, we are able to report that there is now a bus which purports to run on the following route: "Blackheath, Golf Links, Govett's Leap, Neate's Glen, Grand Canyon and
+===The Millenium - It Has Arrived.===
-Evan's Lookout". A double-decker bus turned over in Sydney recently trying to do much less.
-"The' States"..
+To the profound relief of all walkers, we are able to report that there is now a bus which purports to run on the following route: "Blackheath, Golf Links, Govett's Leap, Neate's Glen, Grand Canyon and Evan's Lookout". A double-decker bus turned over in Sydney recently trying to do much less.
-MT. ERICA - SOUTHERN ALPS
+=====Mt. Erica - Southern Alps.=====
 Dot English.
-Dawn on Saturday saw us racing for the train, and about midday the nine of us disembarked at Moe which, if you look at the map, you will find lurking on the southern edge of that great expanse of mountain range country which includes Hotham and Feathertop and the high plateaux of the Southern Alps. A further 30 miles by service car brought us to Parker's Corner, where our packs were unloaded from the car beside a fine crop of blackberries on which those of us who hadn eaten on the train browsed enthusiastically while the party changed into its respective shorts and looked at maps and organised
-, itself for the climb up Mt. Erica (5020 ft.).
+Dawn on Saturday saw us racing for the train, and about midday the nine of us disembarked at Moe which, if you look at the map, you will find lurking on the southern edge of that great expanse of mountain range country which includes Hotham and Feathertop and the high plateaux of the Southern Alps. A further 30 miles by service car brought us to Parker's Corner, where our packs were unloaded from the car beside a fine crop of blackberries on which those of us who hadn't eaten on the train browsed enthusiastically while the party changed into its respective shorts and looked at maps and organised itself for the climb up Mt. Erica (5020 ft.).
-We followed the road to a 'high trestle bridge over which a
-narrow guage railway line ran to a timber mill, and then followed
+We followed the road to a high trestle bridge over which a narrow guage railway line ran to a timber mill, and then followed up the railway line itself, turning off when we came to the steep track which runs up Mt. Erica, through forests of incredibly tall mountain ash, whole hillsides of dead stark white trunks still standing to show the ravages of the 1939 bushfires. Maurice the young and spry, giving it as an excuse that he needed to work off city repressions, would go cavorting off the track to push over such dead trees as looked pushable. It was all great fun. An English boy in the party remarked on the fact that in England dead trees in a forest are rare - being of softer wood, when they die they rapidly decay and fall to the ground where they lie like Christians, but in this harsh and uncouth land the skeletons of the dead stand year after year gesticulating defiance to Death, and it generally takes another fire to eventually bring them low - unless, of course, Maurice performs an Act of God and helps them to their final rest.
-up the railway line itself, turning off when we came to the steep
- track which runs up Mt. Erica, through forests of incredibly tall mountain ash, whole hillsides of dead stark white trunks still standing to show the ravage, the 1939 bushfires. Maurice the young
+A few hours of steep ascent and we emerged into open alpine country - huge white granite boulders wind-weathered into weird mushroom shapes, the sparse hardy vegetation of the high country dotted with white alpine daisies, yellow dandelions and a pinkish purple orchid. This is good ski-ing country in winter, and nestled in sheltered spots are a couple of huts, one the property of the Rover Scouts and the other the N.B.W. hut, belonging to a group of males, who, carrying on the tradition of the Melbourne Men's Walking Club, will have no So-and-so women in the place.
-and spry, giving it as an excuse that he needed to work off city repressions, would go cavorting off the track to push over such dead
-trees as leoked pushable. It was all great fun. An English boy in
+We camped by a pleasant little creek, and soon cheerful cooking fires glowed in the dusk, and before long everyone was lying well fed and warm beside the fires or actually in their eiderdowns asleep.
-the party remarked on the fact that in England dead, trees in a forest..
-are rare - being of softer wood, when they die they rapidly decay and.
+The greatest unconscious humorist of the party was one called Joe - a Czech - hero of skiing trips in Hungary with the temperature 40 degrees below zero. Joe seemed to do all his feeding out of paper bags. He had his cut lunch in a bag for the train, and from another bag he munched his tea sitting ruminating on a granite boulder while the rest of the party busied itself in complicated cooking, and again in the morning, while the others buzzed with noisy and frightening activity round the fires cooking porridge, frying bacon and eggs and brewing tea, Joe sat in splendid tranquility on his high rock with his nose in another paper bag.
-fall to the ground where they lie like Christians, but in this harsh and uncouth land the skeletons of the dead stand year after year
-gesticulating defiance to Death, and it generally takes another fire
+When the bacon and eggs and accessory edibles were eventually despatched, and all the billy cans scraped out and the greasy frying pans cleaned - Joe still sitting on his high perch with a far away look in his eye - the party eventually moved off without packs - destIlion the summit of Mt. Erica and as far along the Baw Baw Plateau as we could get by lunch time.
-to eventually bring them low - unless, of course, Maurice performs an
-Act of God n nd helps them to their finra rest.
+It was a perfect day, blue and clear - bright sunlight shining on white granite - daisies and dandelions among the green tussock grass. From a cairn on top of Erica we took in the surrounding ranges and valleys, dallying with such alluring names as Ben Cruachan, Tali Karng, Glenmaggie Reservoir. On a day when there is no haze on the horizon it is possible to see the Southern Ocean at Wilson's Promontory.
-A few hours of steep ascent and we emerged into open alpine
-country - huge white granite boulders wind-weathered into 'weird mushroom shapes, the sparse hardy vegetation of the high country' dotted with white alpine daisies, yellow dandelions and a pinkish
+From Mt. Erica we followed a track along the top of the Baw Baw Plateau among the pink white and yellow flowers, and at a little creek in a slight depression we stopped for lunch. "I'm not much of a bushwalker," apologised Joe as he brought out his fourth paper bag. "This seems to save time somehow for other things". My sentiments incline in Joe's direction.
-purple orchid. This is good ski-ing country in winter, and nestled. in sheltered spots are a couple of huts, one the property of the
-Rover Scouts and the other the N.B.W. hut, belonging to a group of
+In the afternoon we strolled back to camp in twos and threes down our sunbathed slope, now a moving hillside of ants - myriad tiny lives among the grass stalks. You couldn't find a square foot of space which was not either an ant nest or a busy runway. To stand still meant being smothered in tiny black ants in a few seconds, so we hastily grabbed our rucksacks and gear and climbed up on nearby boulders to finish our packing.
-males, who, carrying on the tradition of the Melbourne Men's Walking Club, will have no So-and-so women in the place.
-We camped by a pleasant little creek, and soon cheerful cooking
+A beautiful run down the steep mountainside with light packs, and we stopped at the only available cleared spot for that evening's camp - right under the trestle bridge by the roadside. As Monday was a holiday we didn't expect any workers at the timber mill, but bright and early a loud clanking and clattering above us announced the timber workers' trolly passing overhead. Everyone dashed out from under the bridge in case this fearsome roaring machine might be going to drop grease on us from above, and hardly had hazard No. 1 departed when a honking and clattering along the road warned us a motor car was approaching. As the only open space for lighting fires had been the road there was now a frantic dash there to rescue billies of porridge and pans of bacon and eggs. Hazard No. 2 passed by in a cloud of yellow dust and the anxious cooks resumed their cooking. There were a couple more similar distractions before the meal was safely stowed below belts.
-fires glowed in the dusk, ad before long everyone was lying well
-fed and warm beside the fir,es or actually in their eiderdowns asleep.
+We now set off following the rail track for a short distance, then cut off down an old mining track leading steeply down to the [illegible] Thompson River Gorge. The valley was very deep, and green with tree ferns, and quite humid now that we were cut off from the moving air of the highlands. Cool bright gleaming of the river far below was very appealing. Incidentally, it looks an excellent river for canoeing.
-The greatest unconscious humorist of the party was one called Joe - a Czech - hero of skiing trips in Hungary with the temperature 40 degrees below zero. Jhe seemed to do all his feeding out of paper bags. He had his cut luah in a bag for the train, and from another bag he munched his tea sitting ruminating on a granite boulder Tii]e the rest of the party bUsied itself in complicated cooking, cnii cgain in the morning, while the others buzzed with noisy and frighteny,
-,
+A couple of jungle knives had been brought for cutting a track through anticipated blackberry thickets, but fortunately the track was not unduly overgrown and slashing in the heat was reduced to a minimum.
-activityround the fires cooking porridge, frying bacon and eggs and brewing tea, Joe sat in splendid tranquility on his high rock with his nose in another paper bag.
-When the bacon and eggs and accessory edibles were eventually despatc, and all the billy cans scraped out and the greasy frying
+Soon after midday we emerged from the gorge at the Thompson River bridge. Here we had a swim, hid our packs in a blackberry thicket to be picked up later by the service car, and then set out along the railway track for Walhalla, some three miles away, where there was a pub - and BEER! - and also we were supposed to be booked in for lunch.
-pann - Joe still sitting On his high perch with a far away
-look 2.L. eye - the party eventually moved off without packs. - destIlion the summit of Mt. Erica and as far along the Baw Baw
+The temperature soared high above the hundred mark and the totally unshaded railway cutting reflected the heat off its rocky walls with oven-like intensity. As the party straggled grimly on, hopping and striding and mincing along between or upon the irregularly spaced sleepers their conversation turned mainly on beer and food, and both would have to be pretty good at Walhalla to justify this Sahara-like interlude. A few ruined chimneys still standing - clearings here and there on the steep hillsides - tall pine trees and heaps of rusting machinery and rail lines and huge mullock heaps at last announced the fact that this was the ex-mining township of Walhalla. The rearguard staggered into the Star Hotel to find the first arrivals sitting deflated and glum in the lounge. "The beer's off", in a tragic whisper. "Oh well", said a smug non-drinker (me) "It could be worse. Let's eat". Another almost inaudible whisper "The landlord said he didn't get our message. There's nothing to eat". So we sat in the dim lounge feeling dirty, and looked at the floor and the ceiling and at the immaculate lady guests, and one overheated member furtively but obviously took off his socks in a corner, and we studied framed prints on the wall which showed Walhalla in its heyday with a population of thousands and many fine homes and clubs, hospital and band rotunda and paved sidewalks, likewise the vault of the Savings Bank with large blocks of something stacked up beside it, close inspection revealing the staggering caption that this vault housed some 70 to 80 __tons__ of solid gold. We came out of the daze induced by that bit of information to hear the bartender announcing that after a temporary recess to clean up the hog-troughs, beer-swilling could now be resumed, and at the same time the landlord came in to tell us he had managed to get something together for us in the way of a meal. If we had come yesterday, now, it would have been turkey and duck, but as today was another day we had to be content with camp-pie and potato salad. Anyhow, the boys said the beer outweighed the dinner's shortcomings.
-Platea we could get by lunch time.
-as a perfect day, blue and clear - bright sunlight shining on granite - daisies and dandelions among the green tussock grac. From a cairn on top of Erica we took in the surrounding ranges and valleys, dallying with such alluring names as Ben Cruachan, Tali Karng, Glenmaggie Reservoir. On a day when there is no haze on the horizon it is possible to see the Southern Ocean at Wilson's Promontory.
+Some of us decided to have a look at one of the deserted mines while waiting for our bus to arrive. Emerging from the cool gloom of the dark old hotel building into the street was like walking into a blast furnace. We climbed many steps up the steep hillside, then followed round a terrace to the old mine cutting. There wasn't much to see other than the steep entrance hole, but the high position gave us a good view of the erstwhile township. The most striking sight was the old cemetery high up on a hill so steep as to be almost vertical. They say that many of the graves were dug as tunnels into the hillside as this was the only means of ensuring a horizontal resting place for the departed.
-From Mt. Erica we followed a track along the top of the Baw Baw Plateau among the pink white and yellow flowers, and at a little creek
-in a slight depression we stopped for lunch. "I'm not much of a
+We got back to the hotel in time to find the bus rapidly filling up, so we stood back as all good Bushwalkers do and were rewarded by being allowed to ride on the roof - in which happy position I will leave us, bulwarked behind suitcases and packs, bowling merrily along snatching at gum laves and ducking down wildly as the overhanging branches swept the top of the bus. It was an excellent trip with excellent company. The Melbourne Bushwalkers has definitely arrived. There is a very fine nucleus of young Bushwalkers who are building the Club into something to be proud of.
-bushwalker," apologised Joe as he brought out his fourth paper bag.
-"This seems to save time somehow for other things". My sentiments
+----
-incline in Joe's direction.
-In the afternoon we strolled back to camp in twos and threes down our sunbathed slope, now a moving hillside of ants - myriad tiny lives among the grass stalks. You couldn't find a square foot of space which was not either an ant nest or a busy runway. To stand still meant being smothered in tiny black ants in a few seconds, so we hastily grabbed our rucksacks and gear and climbed up on nearby boulders to finish our packing,
+Last month Allan Wyborn expounded the principles of fishing, but forgot to mention the foibles of fishermen. One night he set a line in the Cox River and retired to bed with the line tied around his toe or some such place. In the middle of the night there was a tug on the line and Allan, in elation, made a dive for the river, but failed to remember that he was encased in his mosquito net tent.
-A beautiful run down the steep mountainside with light packs, and we stopped at the only nvnilable cleared spot for that evening's camp - right under the trestle bridge by the roadside. As Monday was a holiday we didn't expect any workers at the timber mill, but bright and early a loud clanking and clattering above us announced
-the timber workers' trolly passing overhead. Everyone dashed out from under the bridge in case this fearsome roaring machine might be going to drop grease on us from above, and hardly had hazard No. 1 departed when a honking and clattering along the road warned us a motor car was approaching. As the only open space for lighting fires had been the road there was now a frantic dash there to rescue billies of porridge and pans of bacon and eggs. Hazard No. 2 passed by in a cloud of yellow dust and the anziouscooks resumed their cooking. There were a couple more similar distractions before the meal was safely stowed below belts.
+----
-We now set off following the rail track for a short distance, then cut off down an old mining track leading steeply down to the
+Two lunatics (no! no! not bushwalkers!) were out in a boat fishing and happened to drop anchor at a spot where they pulled up fish after fish. At last, well laden, they had to pull for home but were very agitated as to how they might find the same spot next day.
-Thompson River Gorge. The valley was very deep, and green with tree ferns, and quite humid now that we were cut off from the moving air of the highlands. Cool bright gleaming of the river far below was
-very appealing. Incidentally, it looks an excellent river for canoeing.
-A couple of jungle knives had been brought for cutting a track through anticipnted blackberry thickets, but fortunately the track was not unduly overgrown and slashing in the heat was reduced to a minimum.
-Soon after midday we emerged from the gorge at the Thompson River bridge. Here we had a swim, hid our packs in a blackberry thicket to be picked vp later by the service car, and then set out along the railway track for Walhalla, some three miles away, where there was a pub - and BEERS - and also we were supposed to be booked in for lunch.
-The temperature soared high above the hundred mark and the totally unshaded railway cutting reflected the heat off its rocky walls with oven-like intensity. As the party straggled grimly on, hopping and striding and mincing along between or upon the irregularly spaced sleepers their conversation turned mainly on beer and food, and both would have to be pretty good at Walhalla to justify this Sahara- like interlude, A few ruined chimneys still standing clearings here a and there on the steep hillsides tall pine trees and heaps of rusting machinery and rail lines and huge mullock heaps at last announced the fact that this was the ex-mining township of Walhalla. The rearguard staggered into the Star Hotel to find the first arrivals sitting deflated and glum in the lounge. "The beer's off"; in a tragic whisper. "Oh well", said a smug non-drinker (me,? "It could be worse, Let's eat". Another almost inaudible whisper "The landlord said he didn't get our message. There's nothihg to eat". So we sat in the dim lounge feeling dirty, and looked at the floor and the ceiling and at the immaculate lady guests, and one. overheated member furtively but obviously took off his socks in a corner, and we - studied framed prints on the wall which showed Walhalla in its heyday with a population of thousands and many fine homes and clubs, hospital and band rotunda and paved sidewalks, likewise the vault of the Savings Bank with large blocks of something stacked up beside it, close inspection revealing the staggering caption thnt this vault housed some 70 to 80 tone of solid gold. We came out of the daze induced by that bit of information to hear the bartender announcing that after a temporary recess to clean up the hog-troughs, beer- swilling could now be resumed, and at the same time the landlord came in to tell us he had managed to get something together for us in the way of a meal. If we hnd come yesterday, now, it would have been turkey and duck, but as today was another day we had to be content with camp-pie and potato salad. Anyhow, the boys said the beer outweighed the dinner's shortcomings.
-Some of us decided to 11,1ye a look at one of the deserted min-3s while waiting for our bus to arrive. Emerging from the cool gloom of the dark old hotel building into the street was like walking into
-a blast furnace. We climbed many stepbup the steep hillside, then followed round a terrace to the did mine cutting. There wasn't much to see other than the st-eela Aantrance hole, but the high position gave us a good view of the erstwhile township. The most striking sight was the old cemetery lai:gh up on a hill so steep as to be almost vertical. They say that many of the graves were dug as tunnels into the hillside as this was the only means of ensuring a horizontal resting place for the departed.
-We got back to the hotel in time to find the bus rapidly filling up, so we atood back o s all good Bushwalkers do and were rewarded by being allowed to rid c on the roof in which happy position I will leave us, bulwarked behind suitcases and nacks, bowling merrily along snatching at gum laves and ducking down wildly as the overhanging branches swept the top of the bus. It was an excellent trip with excellent company. The Melbourne Bushwalkers has definitely arri7ed There is a very fine nucleus
-of young Bushwalkers who are building the Club into something to be proud of.
-Last month Allan Wyborn expounded the principles of fishingt but forgot to mention the foibles of fishermen. One night he set a line in the Cox River and retired to bed with the line tied around his toe or some such place. In the middle of the night there was a tug on the line and Allan, in elation, made a dive for the river, but failed to remember that he was encased in his mosquitonet tent.
-Two lunatics (no: no not bushwalkers!) were out in a boat fishing and happened to drop anchor at a spot where they pulled up fish after fish. At last, well laden, they had to pull for home but were very agitated as to how they might find the same spot next day.
 "I know", said one, after great thought, "we'll put a cross on the bottom of the boat".
-"But", said the other craftily, "we mightn't get the same boat tomorrow".
+"But", said the other craftily, "we mightn't get the same boat tomorrow".