To cross it seemed certain death----" "But at last you got over," said the Premier, "and then----" "I struck out over the Fahuri desert.

For days and days, blinded by the sun, and almost buried in sand, I despaired." "But you got through it all right.

And after that ?" "My first care was to disguise myself.

Staining myself from head to foot with betel nut----" "To look like a beetle," said the Premier.

"Exactly.