“Yes.”
“But you didn’t say you’d have another thing found.”
“What?”
“Water, sir. If the Sirius is going to leave us here, water must be had.”
That was a serious matter. With the gale blowing there was nothing to mind as to the sun, but Syd felt that the heat would be felt terribly as soon as the wind sank, and with no slight feeling of uneasiness he went to his rough quarters, looked into the hospital, where the lieutenant lay muttering in his delirium, and beckoned Roylance to come and join in the meal.
“Takes one’s appetite away to see that poor fellow lying there,” said Roylance, summoning one of the men to take his place.
“But we must eat to work,” said Syd, firmly. “Here’s Terry, I’ll ask him to come and victual. I hate seeing him keeping aloof. Mr Terry, coffee is served. Will you join us?”
Terry started a little, and his face relaxed into a smile.
“Yes,” he said quietly, “I am very hungry.”
The ice was broken, and the three young fellows sat down to their rough meal, one which was, however, thoroughly enjoyed—Terry seeming quite to have forgotten the trouble that had caused the estrangement.