The cry of his body to be assuaged overpowered his will, and while deadly danger menaced he unscrewed the little mouthpiece and drank deep and long.

It was not cold and perhaps a little mud lurked at the bottom of the canteen, but like the gift of the water palm it brought fresh life and strength.
He put down the canteen half empty and took another from the heap.

It, too, proved to be filled, and he hung it around neck and shoulder by the strap provided for that purpose.

He could have found no more precious object for the dry regions through which he intended to make his journey.
Ned went back toward the pyramid, but his joy over finding the water made him a little careless.

Great fragments of stone lay about everywhere, and his foot slipped on a piece of black basalt.