XIII: HUNGER
George’s face was sunk and his eyes glared. Siebenhaar tried to spit into the sea, but it was impossible. He was daunted into silence.
Another day began to dawn.
“If this goes on,” said George in a dry whistling croak of a voice, “I shall eat you.”
And he glared so at Siebenhaar’s throat that the philosopher turned up his coat collar to cover it.