He gasped for a moment or so, and drank again, and then, flinging wide the splashes upon hot earth and leaves, sat down heavily.

As he fumbled for his pipe, Devine, who had drunk in the meanwhile, turned to him.
"No," he said reflectively, "I don't quite think you're right.

It wasn't thirst that brought Grenfell to his end.

He had more water than either of us--you saw to that--and, though it wouldn't have been pleasant, you and I could have held out another day." "What was it then ?" asked Weston.
"The strain of the journey on a played-out constitution, and, as I think I suggested, the effect of excitement on a diseased heart.

The man was under a high tension the last day or two.