That report was followed by a piteous wail.
Hazel turned pale at this fatal blow.

But recovering himself, he said, "That is unfortunate; but it was a good servant while it lasted.

Give me the baler; and, Miss Rolleston, can you lend me a thimble ?" The tube of the life-preserver was held over the baler, and out trickled a small quantity of pure water, two thimblefuls apiece.

Even that, as it passed over their swelling tongues and parched swallows was a heavenly relief.

But, alas, the supply was then exhausted.
Next day hunger seemed uppermost and the men gnawed and chewed their tobacco-pouches.