“Those occasional performers,” returned Siebenhaar, “drink water and smoke cigarettes, and they are sheltered from the elements by walls of glass. We shall see.”
With that he turned over and went to sleep again.
XIII: HUNGER
George’s face was sunk and his eyes glared. Siebenhaar tried to spit into the sea, but it was impossible. He was daunted into silence.
Another day began to dawn.
“If this goes on,” said George in a dry whistling croak of a voice, “I shall eat you.”
And he glared so at Siebenhaar’s throat that the philosopher turned up his coat collar to cover it.
XIV: MILITARY
At dawn a shower of rain came. They collected water in George’s boots. They had already eaten Siebenhaar’s.
Thus revived, George stood up, and on the edge of the sea saw blue land and little white sails. They came nearer and nearer, and presently they were delivered by a little vessel that contained one white man and ten negroes. Neither George nor Siebenhaar could speak, but they pointed to their bellies and were given to eat.