We rode to the place in rickshaws.

Our own crowd had taken possession of it.

Drink was flowing.

Everybody had money, and everybody was treating.
After the hundred days of hard toil and absolute abstinence, in the pink of physical condition, bulging with health, over-spilling with spirits that had long been pent by discipline and circumstance, of course we would have a drink or two.

And after that we would see the town.
It was the old story.