Just before the coming of dawn, Hampton, without uttering a word, calmly turned up the collar of his tightly buttoned coat, so as better to conceal the white collar he wore, gripped his revolver between his teeth, and crept like some wriggling snake among the black rocks and through the dense underbrush in search after water.
By some miracle of divine mercy he was permitted to pass unscathed, and came crawling back, a dozen hastily filled canteens dangling across his shoulders.

It was like nectar to those parched, feverish throats; but of food barely a mouthful apiece remained in the haversacks.
The second day dragged onward, its hours bringing no change for the better, no relief, no slightest ray of hope.

The hot sun scorched them pitilessly, and two of the wounded died delirious.

From dawn to dark there came no slackening of the savage watchfulness which held the survivors helpless behind their coverts.

The merest uplifting of a head, the slightest movement of a hand, was sufficient to demonstrate how sharp were those savage eyes.