After eating, they drank great refreshing draughts from the water-hole.

Then, at length, Presley having lit his cigarette, and Vanamee his pipe, the former said: "Vanamee, I have been writing again." Vanamee turned his lean ascetic face toward him, his black eyes fixed attentively.
"I know," he said, "your journal." "No, this is a poem.

You remember, I told you about it once.

'The Toilers,' I called it." "Oh, verse! Well, I am glad you have gone back to it.

It is your natural vehicle." "You remember the poem ?" asked Presley.