"Heinrich," he said, "you are sure that the Herr Englishman has the whisky?"
"The water bottles are filled with nothing else, Herr Doctor," the man replied.
"There is no water or soda water in the pack?"
"Not one drop, Herr Doctor."
"How much food?"
"One day's rations."
"The beef is salt?"
"It is very salt, Herr Doctor."
"And the compass?"
"It is ten degrees wrong."
"The boys have their orders?"
"They understand perfectly, Herr Doctor. If the Englishman does not drink, they will take him at midnight to where His Excellency will be encamped at the bend of the Blue River."
The doctor sighed. He was not at heart an unkindly man.
"I think," he murmured, "it will be better for the Englishman that he drinks."