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"
A
billet
,
"
said
one
.
"
We
got
to
‘
ave
a
place
to
doss
down
.
"
II
reckoned
I
’
d
have
to
find
that
at
least
for
them
.
I
couldn
’
t
just
dodge
out
and
leave
them
stranded
right
where
we
were
.
Now
we
’
d
come
this
far
,
I
couldn
’
t
do
less
than
find
them
a
center
,
a
kind
of
H
.
Q
.
,
and
put
them
on
their
feet
.
What
was
wanted
was
a
place
where
the
receiving
,
storing
,
and
feeding
could
be
done
,
and
the
whole
lot
keep
together
.
I
counted
them
.
There
were
fifty
-
two
;
fourteen
of
them
women
.
The
best
course
seemed
to
be
to
find
a
hotel
.
It
would
save
the
trouble
of
fitting
out
with
beds
and
bedding
.
The
place
we
found
was
a
kind
of
glorified
boardinghouse
made
up
of
four
Victorian
terrace
houses
knocked
together
,
giving
more
than
the
accommodation
we
needed
.
There
were
already
half
a
dozen
people
in
the
place
when
we
got
there
.
Heaven
knows
what
had
happened
to
the
rest
.
We
found
the
remnant
,
huddled
together
and
scared
,
in
one
of
the
lounges
—
an
old
man
,
and
elderly
woman
(
who
turned
out
to
have
been
the
manageress
)
,
a
middle
-
aged
man
,
and
three
girls
.
The
manageress
had
the
spirit
to
pull
herself
together
and
hand
out
some
quite
high
-
sounding
threats
,
but
the
ice
,
even
of
her
most
severe
boardinghouse
manner
,
was
thin
.
The
old
man
tried
to
back
her
up
by
blustering
a
bit
.
The
rest
did
nothing
but
keep
their
faces
turned
nervously
toward
us
.
I
explained
that
we
were
moving
in
.
If
they
did
not
like
it
,
they
could
go
:
if
,
on
the
other
hand
,
they
preferred
to
stay
and
share
equally
what
there
was
,
they
were
free
to
do
so
.
They
were
not
pleased
.
The
way
they
reacted
suggested
that
somewhere
in
the
place
they
had
a
cache
of
stores
that
they
were
not
anxious
to
share
.
When
they
grasped
that
the
intention
was
to
build
up
bigger
stores
their
attitude
modified
perceptibly
,
and
they
prepared
to
make
the
best
of
it
.
I
decided
I
’
d
have
to
stay
on
a
day
or
two
just
to
get
the
party
set
up
.
I
guessed
Josella
would
be
feeling
much
the
same
about
her
lot
.
Ingenious
man
,
Coker
—
the
trick
is
called
holding
the
baby
.
But
after
that
I
’
d
dodge
out
,
and
join
her
.
During
the
next
couple
of
days
we
worked
systematically
,
tackling
the
bigger
stores
near
by
—
mostly
chain
stores
,
and
not
very
big
,
at
that
.
Nearly
everywhere
there
had
been
others
before
us
.
The
fronts
of
the
shops
were
in
a
bad
way
.
The
windows
were
broken
in
,
the
floors
were
littered
with
half
-
opened
cans
and
split
packages
which
had
disappointed
the
finders
,
and
now
lay
in
a
sticky
,
stinking
mass
among
the
fragments
of
window
glass
.
But
as
a
rule
the
loss
was
small
-
and
the
damage
superficial
,
and
we
’
d
find
the
larger
cases
in
and
behind
the
shop
untouched
.
It
was
far
from
easy
for
blind
men
to
carry
and
maneuver
heavy
cases
out
of
the
place
and
load
them
on
handcarts
.
Then
there
was
the
job
of
getting
them
back
to
the
billet
and
stowing
them
.
But
practice
began
to
give
them
a
knack
with
it
.
The
most
hampering
factor
was
the
necessity
for
my
presence
.
Little
or
nothing
could
go
on
unless
I
was
there
to
direct
It
was
impossible
to
use
more
than
one
working
party
at
a
time
,
though
we
could
have
made
up
a
dozen
.
Nor
could
much
go
on
back
at
the
hotel
while
I
was
out
with
the
foraging
squad
.
Moreover
,
such
time
as
I
had
to
spend
investigating
and
prospecting
the
district
was
pretty
much
wasted
for
everyone
else
.
Two
sighted
men
could
have
got
though
a
lot
more
than
twice
the
work
.
Once
we
had
started
,
I
was
too
busy
during
the
day
to
spend
much
thought
beyond
the
actual
work
in
hand
,
and
too
tired
at
night
to
do
anything
but
sleep
the
moment
I
lay
down
.
Now
and
again
I
’
d
say
to
myself
,
"
By
tomorrow
night
I
’
ll
have
them
pretty
well
fixed
up
—
enough
to
keep
them
going
for
a
bit
,
anyway
.
Then
I
’
ll
light
out
of
this
and
find
Josella
.
"
That
sounded
all
right
—
but
every
day
it
was
tomorrow
that
I
’
d
be
able
to
do
it
,
and
each
day
it
became
more
difficult
.
Some
of
them
had
begun
to
learn
a
bit
,
but
still
practically
nothing
,
from
foraging
to
can
-
opening
,
could
go
on
without
my
being
around
.
It
seemed
,
the
way
things
were
going
,
that
I
became
less
,
instead
of
more
,
dispensable
.
