“Water! Water!” he cried again. “If I only had a drink of water!”
Then he heard a sound as if some one was creeping towards him.
Opening his eyes, he saw in the falling darkness another wounded soldier lying by his side.
This soldier reached over and held his water bottle to the feverish lips of his suffering comrade.
Eagerly he drank and then asked, “Have you enough for us both?”
“Yes, yes, drink!” was the answer. “You need it more than I!”
Again he drank and then fell back exhausted.
“I wonder if they will find us?” the second man said, and he too fell back exhausted with the effort he had made.
All that night they lay there, and all the next day; but no relief came. As the weary hours dragged by they tried to help each other; but it was little they could do, except to lie there and suffer.
The second night the severely wounded man died, and the one who had brought him water was left alone.