Poor Salvardor! By the time dawn broke he did not know what to think. After sunrise his companions said they had to leave. They inviation and followed them through the bushes across a very wet piece of land. Onwards they walked his two visitors leading the way. The ground became much wetter. Frequently he sank into muddy water almost up to his knees. But he was surprised to observe that men in front of him did not sink at all. On the contrary, when their feet, which were inside the gray suit, touched the muddy places, the mud sprang away from them as if pushed by some invisible force. They remained clean, but Salvador's boots were covered with mud.