In my wild desire for water I found room to think that here was a man even worse off than myself.
A vessel of water was in the corner.

I drank it.

It was more than I could hold, but I drank even after I was filled, and the waste ran from the corners of my mouth.

I had forgotten Schwartz.

The excess made me a little sick, but I held down what I had swallowed, and I really believe it soaked into my system as it does into the desert earth after a drought.
In a moment or so I took the vessel and filled it and gave it to Schwartz.