“What?”
“It wants—”
And then all round a million voices echoed:
“It wants but salt!”
“Salt!” he shouted, drowning the harmonic voices in his new discovery.
Hereupon the woman fell upon her knees, and almost worshipped him, kissing his hands and feet, weeping tears of pleasure on them.
“Scrape me some up,” he uttered, taking advantage of her low position.
She did it with her finger-nails.
“Now stand back whilst I eat it.”
“But I—I found it.”