Still no one spoke.
"Pull the bandage from my eyes and let me see, I cried. I said this because two men still held my arms firmly, but no one moved to do my bidding.
"Then give me something to drink," I cried—"water; my throat is parched, and burns like fire."
"Yes, you shall drink," said a voice.
A few seconds later I heard the sound of bottles clinking, and then the gurgle of something being poured therefrom.
"Here is something to cool your mouth. Here it is—fine stuff. Drink it quickly, drink it all."
I felt a goblet placed against my lips, and a strange odour rise to my nostrils. I thought it smelt like rum, and a sickly feeling came over me.
"Drink quickly," said the same man who had spoken before; "it will do you good."
I feared to drink, and I shut my teeth firmly, but a great sickness came over me, and I could not keep my mouth closed, and some of the liquid was poured on my tongue. It was pleasant to the taste and delightfully cooling to my tongue, and so thirsty was I that I drank the contents of the goblet, thankful for such a refreshing beverage.
"You feel better now, don't you?"