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When the dugout rolled in the drowned forest, Chan held on to his umbrella and let the medicine chest go.
Chan left the robe at the wat in Battambang and talks Khmer, Siamese and a little French. Father Sylvestre hires him to take Henri Mouhot to the ruins at Angkor. On the first morning the dugout overturns, his brother Kosal's fingers are crushed against a tree, and Mouhot's quinine turns to paste. Mouhot asks if the chest was shut. Chan says it was.
Battambang belongs to Siam, and a letter from the king at Udong opens nothing there. The governor lends carts, oxen and elephants. His clerk Luang Pheng hands Chan clean paper for a report on what the Frenchman measures and draws, and mentions that Kosal's name is on the list for the road gangs. With Phrai, Deng and the dog Tine-Tine, the carts set off for Siem Reap.
