That hyena, I reflected, would want no more food at present.
The silence of the desert overwhelmed me; it was so terrible that I almost wished the hyena back for company.

Holding the rifle above my head, I fired the third cartridge.

Then I took the hand of Higgs in my own, for, after all, it was a link--the last link with humanity and the world--and lay down in the company of death that seemed to fall upon me in black and smothering veils.
I woke up and became aware that some one was pouring water down my throat.

Heaven! I thought to myself, for at that time heaven and water were synonymous in my mind.

I drank a good deal of it, not all I wanted by any means, but as much as the pourer would allow, then raised myself upon my hands and looked.