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where they jumped. One of them had a pinkish baby monkey hanging on in front. Joe was tickled. He’d never seen monkeys really wild like that before. He went off up the path, walking fast so that the man who said his name was Jones had trouble keeping up to him. Joe wanted to see some more monkeys.
    After a few minutes’ walk up hill he began to hear a waterfall. Something made him think of Great Falls and Rock Creek and he went all soft inside. There was a pool under a waterfall hemmed in by giant trees. “Dod gast it, I’ve a mind to take me a dip,” he said. “Wouldn’t there be snakes, Slim?” “Snakes won’t bother you, ’less you bother ’em first.”
    But when they got right up to the pool they saw that there were people picnicking there, girls in light pink and blue dresses, two or three men in white ducks, grouped under striped umbrellas. Two Hindoo servants were waiting on them, bringing dishes out of a hamper. Across the pool came the chirp-chirp of cultivated English voices. “Shoot, we can’t go swimmin’ here and they won’t be any monkeys either.”
    â€œSuppose we joined them . . . I might introduce myself and you would be my kid brother. I’ve got a letter to a Colonel Somebody but I felt too blue to present it.”
    â€œWhat the hell do they want to be fartin’ around here for?” said Joe and started back down the path again. He didn’t see any more monkeys and by the time he’d got back to the car big drops had started to fall.
    â€œThat’ll spoil their goddam picnic,” he said, grinning to the man who said his name was Jones when he came up, the sweat running in streams down his face. “My, you’re a fast walker, Slim.” He puffed and patted him on the back. Joe got into the car. “I guess we’re goin’ to get it.” “Sirs,” said the chinaman, “I will return to the city for I perceive that a downpour is imminent.”
    By the time they’d gone a half a mile it was raining so hard the
chinaman couldn’t see to drive. He ran the car into a small shed on the side of the road. The rain pounding on the tin roof overhead sounded loud as a steamboat letting off steam. The man who said his name was Jones started talking; he had to yell to make himself heard above the rain. “I guess you see some funny sights, Slim, leading the life you lead.”
    Joe got out of the car and stood facing the sudden curtain of rain; the spray in his face felt almost cool. The man who said his name was Jones sidled up to him holding out a cigarette. “How did you like it in the navy?”
    Joe took the cigarette, lit it and said, “Not so good.”
    â€œI’ve been friends with lots of navy boys . . . I suppose you liked raising cain on shore leave, didn’t you?” Joe said he didn’t usually have much pay to raise cain with, used to play ball sometimes, that wasn’t so bad. “But, Slim, I thought sailors didn’t care what they did when they got in port.” “I guess some of the boys try to paint the town red, but they don’t usually have enough jack to get very far.” “Maybe you and I can paint the town red in Port of Spain, Slim.” Joe shook his head. “No, I gotta go back on board ship.”
    The rain increased till the tin roof roared so Joe couldn’t hear what the man who said his name was Jones was trying to say, then slackened and stopped entirely. “Well, at least you come up to my room in the hotel, Slim, and we’ll have a couple of drinks. Nobody knows me here. I can do anything I like.” “I’d like to see the sports page of that paper from home if you don’t mind.”
    They got into the car and rode back to town along roads brimmed with water like canals. The sun came out hot and everything was in a blue steam. It was late afternoon. The streets of the