"Have you been drinking?" he asked.
"Drinking? No, but I've a thirst a mile long. Any water around here?"
Barstow went to the closet and came back with a graduating glass full of lukewarm water. Donaldson swallowed it in a couple of gulps.
"Lord, that's good!"
Barstow again bent a perplexed gaze upon him.
"You have n't been fooling with any sort of dope, Peter?"
"No."
"This is straight?"
"Yes, that's straight," answered Donaldson impatiently. "I tell you that there is n't anything wrong with me except that I 'm fagged out."
"You did n't take my advice. You ought to have gone away. Why did n't you?"