"Well, well," laughed Milton Rhodes, pressing the button and flooding the place with light, "isn't imagination a wonderful thing?"
"But," said I, "what on earth does this mean?"
"Look there, Bill, look!" cried Rhodes. "Look at that!"
Drorathusa was moving straight towards us, a strange smile on that beautiful Sibylline face of hers.
"What do you mean? Look at what?"
"The canteen! Look at her canteen!" cried Milton pointing excitedly.
Drorathusa stopped and raised the canteen, which was incased in canvas-like stuff. It was wet. Yes, it was wet and dripping.
"Water!" I cried, springing up and rushing toward her.
"Narranawnzee!" smiled Drorathusa, reaching out the canteen toward my clutching fingers.
Great Pluvius, how I did drink! I'd be drinking yet if Rhodes hadn't seized the vessel and wrested it from me.