He sat by the black for a long time.

Black Star presently labored to his feet with a heave and a groan, shook himself, and snorted for water.

Venters repaired to the little pool he had found, filled his sombrero, and gave the racer a drink.

Black Star gulped it at one draught, as if it were but a drop, and pushed his nose into the hat and snorted for more.

Venters now led Night down to drink, and after a further time Black Star also.