Raphael found their place and didn’t say there would be no need for it soon. Harry wouldn’t stay much longer and he wouldn’t come back. He had a wife at home, and a little girl. He wasn’t a natural expeditionary; he worried about them and wrote letters he couldn’t send. The quinine men watched the post. ‘Still with me?’ Harry asked after a little while. ‘Yes. Just finding the place.’ ‘It’s there.’ ‘I know that.’ ‘Read it then.’ ‘Shut up.’
