"It's good water.

I've found a fine place.
Tell me--how do you feel ?" "There's pain--here," she replied, and moved her hand to her left side.
"Why, that's strange! Your wounds are on your right side.

I believe you're hungry.

Is the pain a kind of dull ache--a gnawing ?" "It's like--that." "Then it's hunger." Venters laughed, and suddenly caught himself with a quick breath and felt again the little shock.

When had he laughed?
"It's hunger," he went on.