I hadn't the slightest idea whether he
understood me; he turned and disappeared without a sign--at
least, without an audible one.
But the creature possessed intelligence, for I had barely had
time to turn to Harry and ascertain that he was at least alive,
when the patter of returning footsteps was heard. They
approached; there was the clatter of stone on the ground beside
us.
I stood eagerly; a platter, heaped, and a vessel, full! I think
I cried out with joy.
"Come, Harry lad; eat!"
He was too weak to move; but when I tore some of the dried fish
into fragments and fed it to him he devoured it ravenously. Then
he asked for water, and I held the basin to his lips.
We ate as little as it is possible for men to eat who have fasted
for many days, for the stuff had a sharp, concentrated taste that
recommended moderation. And, besides, we were not certain of
getting more.
I wrapped the remainder carefully in my poncho, leaving the
platter empty, and lay down to rest, using the poncho for a
pillow. I had enough, assuredly, to keep me awake, but there are
bounds beyond which nature cannot go. I slept close by Harry's
side, with my arm across his body, that any movement of his might
awaken me.
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