"You must be," replied Mr. Seagrave; "do not think of doing any more."
"And I haven't touched food this day, or even quenched my thirst," replied Ready, sitting down.
"You are ill, are you not, Ready?" said William.
"A little faint, William; I'm not so young as I was. Could you give me a little water?"
"Stop, William, I will," said Mr. Seagrave, taking up a tin can which had been filled for his wife: "here, Ready, drink this."
"I shall be better soon, sir; I'll just lie down a little, and then
I'll have a biscuit and a little meat."
Poor old Ready was indeed quite tired out; but he ate something, and felt much revived. Juno was very busy; she had given the children some of the salt meat and biscuit to eat. The baby, and Tommy, and Caroline had been put to bed, and the second tent was nearly ready.
"It will do very well for to-night, Juno," said Mr. Seagrave; "we have done work enough for this day."
"Yes, sir," replied Ready, "and I think we ought to thank God for his mercies to us before we go to sleep."
"You remind me of my duty, Ready; let us thank him for his goodness, and pray to him for his protection before we go to sleep."