"Look at the water under here." "Where ?" said Paul.
The man pressed in his finger-tips.

They left little dents that filled up slowly.
"It's nothing," said Paul.
"You feel," said Dawes.
Paul tried with his fingers.

It made little dents.
"H'm!" he said.
"Rotten, isn't it ?" said Dawes.
"Why?
It's nothing much." "You're not much of a man with water in your legs." "I can't see as it makes any difference," said Morel.

"I've got a weak chest." He returned to his own bed.
"I suppose the rest of me's all right," said Dawes, and he put out the light.
In the morning it was raining.

Morel packed his bag.