The old Henry was himself again.
He awoke in the morning to find that the cold rain was still falling.

It seemed to him that it had prepared to rain forever, but he was resolved, nevertheless, now that he had food and the strength that food brings, to begin the search for his comrades.

The islet in the swamp would serve as his base-nothing could be better-and he would never cease until he found them or discovered what had become of them.
A little spring of cold water flowed from the edge of the islet to lose itself quickly in the swamp.

Henry drank there after his breakfast, and then felt as strong and active as ever.

As he knew, the mind may triumph over the body, but the mind cannot save the body without food.