"Water! water!"
"Hurrah!" cried Bob. "Now we can get our fill and carry the news back to camp."
"Hope there is enough to go around," came from Maybe Dixon.
They rushed to where the water was flowing and found a pool under the stones three feet in diameter and a foot deep. The water was clear but tasted a little of minerals. Yet to the thirsty ones it was the best drink they had ever had.
"Beats all how good water can taste!" said Bob, after getting down and drinking his fill.
"It's the very best ever!" cried Mark, enthusiastically. All his former depression of spirits had left him.
When Maybe Dixon arose he wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.
"It's fit to thank God fer!" he said, and both boys said amen.
The water was so good Mark had to have another drink. In the meantime Maybe Dixon looked again for the deer, but it was out of sight.
"Poor thing!" murmured Bob. "It needed a drink but it wouldn't stop with us around."