When I awoke Harry was still asleep, and I did not disturb him.
I myself must have slept many hours, for I felt considerably
refreshed and very hungry. And thirsty; assuredly the provender
of those hairy brutes would have been most excellent stuff for
the free-lunch counter of a saloon.
I unwrapped the poncho; then, crawling on my hands and knees,
searched about the ground. As I had expected, I found another
full platter and basin. I had just set the latter down after
taking a hearty drink when I heard Harry's voice.
"Paul."
"Here, lad."
"I was afraid you had gone. I've just had the most devilish
dream about Desiree. She was doing some crazy dance on top of a
mountain or something, and there was fire, and--Paul! Paul, was
it a dream?"
"No, Hal; I saw it myself. But come, we'll talk later. Here's
some dried fish for breakfast."
"Ah! That--that--now I remember! And she fell! I'm going--"
But I wanted no more fever or delirium, and I interrupted him
sternly:
"Harry! Listen to me! Are you a baby or a man? Talk straight
or shut up, and don't whine like a fool. If you have any courage,
use it."
It was stiff medicine, but he needed it, and it worked.
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