Throwing more water on the canvas until it was sopping wet, I crawled in beside him.
But not to sleep. My mind was in a whirl, and I could not think clearly. My mouth was parched, and my tongue so thick that when I tried to utter some words in reverie I could not, a thing that frightened me still more.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE DEEP BLUE SEA.
I lay several hours under the canvas, wondering how the adventure would end. At present things looked rather blue, and perhaps neither Phil nor I would live to tell the tale. At length, when I was about to give up in despair, a low rumble brought me to my feet instantly.
It was thunder!
"A storm! a storm!" I cried. "Pray God it brings us rain!"
My cries awoke Phil, and he pushed the canvas aside.
"What did you say?" he asked, feebly.