We’re still tied to the dock. Mr Williams, the Red Cross man, says he’s trying to get a call through to Darwin in Australia, to get the low-down on where we’re going. I’ve got eight Pesos left, so we sent a Guard up town to buy us about three Pesos’ worth of milk chocolate – something to eat. Boy, I’m weak! Pass’ spends about an hour a day trimming his mustache – just something to do! Williams comes around again with cigarettes. This Red Cross sure is O.K.