“You don’t look one,” he said.
“No, but I feel one. Fellows in trouble ought to be like brothers, and I keep on having fits of the grumps. Here, I mean to work with you now.”
“I know you do,” said Aleck, frankly, “but it’s enough to make anyone feel savage.”
“Now, then, where are we going to look for water?”
“Right up at the narrowest end of the cave.”
“Why?”
“Because what there is always seems to make for the sea.”
“That’s right,” said the middy; and, taking the lead, he began to pick his way along by the side of the canal-like pool, whose clear waters reflected the lights as if it were a river.
“Water’s higher now,” said Aleck.
“Yes, and it looks good enough to drink; but it’s salter than the sea, I suppose. I say!”