Rhoda's smile was a little wan.
"You needed the rest and I didn't!"
DeWitt rose and shook himself like a great dog, then looked at Rhoda wonderingly.
"And you don't look much done up! But you had no right to do such a thing! I told you to give me ten minutes. I feel like a brute. Lie down now and get a little sleep yourself."
"Lie in the sun? Thank you, I'd rather push on to the camp and have some breakfast. How do you feel?"
"Much better! It was fine of you, dear, but it wasn't a fair deal."
"I'll be good from now on!" said Rhoda meekly. "What would you like for breakfast?"
DeWitt looked about him. Already the desert was assuming its brazen aspect.
"Water will be enough for me," he answered, "and nothing else. I am seriously considering a rigid diet for a time."
They both drank sparingly of the water in Rhoda's canteen.