We were confined to the base until after the orientation, so after dinner I decided to go to the barracks and relax with a book. As I lay in my bunk ...I reached for a book. Bob walked to the lockers at the bunk next to me and started changing into jeans and a shirt. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked. ‘Going to town.’ Came the reply. ‘I’ve been to Korea before.’ I stood and started changing into jeans. ‘I’m going with you.’ and we were out the front gate in no time. No check of our ‘confined’ status. When he got back, Sue had fetched all the rest of the clothes from the bushes and had folded most of them. She was working the buckskins, her dress, her pants and his vest, to make sure they were supple. She handed his clothes to him, and he was quite relieved to put his underwear and pants back on. He felt normal again, although he did find himself also feeling a bit constricted by all the clothing, which surprised him.Sue finished with the buckskins and put her pants on, although they were. His presence took the crew by surprise, as his photograph had been well publicized in the press, but his explanation was weak, as he told them his defection was a sham and he had been on a secret mission. It was partially accepted because of his perfect English, and the fact that they half believed his story of being a double agent, seemed to them to be partially credible. It was obvious that his name had been vilified in the popular press, and Lord Haw-Haw had made the most of his defection on. ‘I’m sorry.’ She looked at him. Alan Terry, great white hunter, mocker of clumsy tourists, was blushing. She smiled. ‘You’re forgiven.’ He made a face. ‘I was thinking of your comfort, honest. It will be another three hours before Elijah and Kwasolo bring the Land-Rover back to the river, another hour after that before they’re expecting us.’ She laughed, amused suddenly. ‘Four hours for me to ogle you, Alan.’ He made a face. ‘True, but I’m comfortable now.’ ‘And I’m not. You’re right, I would.