He nodded to the open trap-door overhead.
"She sleeps up there, don't she?" whispered the fat man.
"She never sleeps," muttered the other. "Got the stuff?" he asked drowsily.
Joses produced a bottle from the pocket of his cloak.
Monkey looked around.
"Where's a blurry bucket?" he asked, and with faltering hands inverted the one on which he had been sitting.
"Put a drop of water in," urged the fat man.
The little man obeyed, moving uncertainly.
"Is he dry?" asked Joses.
"I wish I'd only 'alf his thirst," drowsed the other.