'Peter, mon,' Mac grinned, 'this is our lucky day!'
Peter Marlowe found the pack of Kooas and divided them into three piles.
'We'll draw for the other two.'
'You take them, Peter,' Larkin said.
'No, we'll draw for them. Low card loses.'
Mac lost and pretended sourness. 'Bad cess to it,' he said.
They carefully opened the cigarettes and put the tobacco in their boxes and mixed it with as much of the treated Java weed as they had. Then they split up their portions into four, and put the other three portions into another box and gave the boxes into Larkin's keeping. To have so much tobacco at one time was a temptation.
Abruptly the heavens split and the deluge began.
Peter Marlowe took off his sarong, folded it carefully and put it on Mac's bed.
Larkin said thoughtfully, 'Peter. Watch your step with the King. He could be dangerous.'
'Of course. Don't worry.' Peter Marlowe stepped out into the cloudburst.
In a moment Mac and Larkin had stripped and followed him, joining the other naked men glorying in the torrent.
Their bodies welcomed the sting, lungs breathed the cooled air, heads cleared.
And the stench of Changi was washed away
Chapter 5
After the rain the men sat enjoying the fleeting coolness, waiting until it was time to eat. Water dripped from the thatch and gushed in the storm ditches, and the dust was mud. But the sun was proud in the white blue sky.
'God,' said Larkin gratefully, 'that feels better.'
'Ay,' said Mac as they sat on the veranda. But Mac's mind was up country, at his rubber plantation in Kedah, far to the north. 'The heat's more than worthwhile - makes you appreciate the coolness,' he said quietly. 'Like fever.'
'Malaya's stinking, the rain's stinking, the heat's stinking, malaria's stinking, the bugs're stinking and the flies're stinking,' Larkin said.
'Not in peacetime, mon.' Mac winked at Peter Marlowe. 'Nor in a village, eh, Peter boy?'
Peter Marlowe grinned. He had told them most of the things about his village. He knew that what he had not told them, Mac would know, for Mac had lived his adult life in the Orient and he loved it as much as Larkin hated it. 'So I understand,' he said blandly and they all smiled.
They did not talk much. All the stories had been told and retold, all the stories that they wanted to tell.
So they waited patiently. When it was time, they went to their respective lines and then returned to the bungalow. They drank their soup quickly.
Peter Marlowe plugged in the homemade electric hot plate and fried one egg. They put their portions of rice into the bowl and he laid the egg on the rice with a little salt and pepper. He whipped it so that the yolk and white were spread evenly throughout the rice, then divided it up and they ate it with relish.
When they had finished, Larkin took the plates and washed them, for it was his turn, and they sat once more on the veranda to wait for the dusk roll call.
Peter Marlowe was idly watching the men walk the street, enjoying the fullness in his stomach, when he saw Grey approaching.
'Good evening, Colonel,' Grey said to Larkin, saluting neatly.
'Evening, Grey,' Larkin sighed. 'Who's it this time?' When Grey came to see him it always meant trouble.
Grey looked down at Peter Marlowe. Larkin and Mac sensed the hostility between them.
'Colonel Smedly-Taylor asked me to tell you, sir,' Grey said. 'Two of your men were fighting. A Corporal Townsend and Private Gurble. I've got them in jail now.'
'All right, Lieutenant,' Larkin said dourly. 'You can release them. Tell them to report to me here, after roll call. I'll give them what for!' He paused.
'You know what they were fighting about?'
'No, sir. But I think it was two-up.' Ridiculous game, thought Grey. Put two pennies on a stick and throw the coins up into the air and bet on whether the coins come down both heads, or both tails, or one head and one tail.
'You're probably right,' Larkin grunted.
'Perhaps you could outlaw the game. There's always trouble when —'
'Outlaw two-up?' Larkin interrupted abruptly. 'If I did that, they'd think I'd gone mad. They'd pay no attention to such a ridiculous order and quite right. Gambling's part of Aussie makeup, you ought to know that by now.
Two-up gives the Diggers something to think about, and fighting once in a while isn't bad either.' He got up and stretched the ague from his shoulders. 'Gambling's like breathing to an Aussie. Why, everyone Down Under has a shilling or two on the Golden Casket.' His voice was edged.
'I like a game of two-up once in a while myself.'
'Yes, sir,' Grey said. He had seen Larkin and other Aussie officers with their men, scrambling in the dirt, excited and foul-mouthed as any ranker.
