But I had learned enough from the map to know that our road lay south-east, and I had marked this big river.' 'Did you hope to pick me up ?' I asked.

'No, Cornelis.

I thought you would be travelling in first-class carriages while I should be plodding on foot.

But I was set on getting to the place you spoke of (how do you call it?
Constant Nople ?), where our big business lay.

I thought I might be in time for that.' 'You're an old Trojan, Peter,' I said; 'but go on.