Sidney paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked:—
“Is there anything you would specially like for supper, Ray?”
“How about some caviare, like that we had on the Volga steamer, and a cup of coffee; yes, and a little butter.”
“What would you say to a glass of water?”
Raymond looked thunderstruck. “For Heaven’s sake, Sid! We haven’t any water, have we?”
“I don’t find any here.” And Sidney peered into the knapsack.
“What boneheads we are, Sid, and I was hardly moistened through after that other dry spell.” And Raymond groaned dismally.
“Well, I must say,” said Sidney, “I should think water would be the last thing we’d forget now. We can’t get down to the bottom of that cañon to-night, either, and there’s not likely to be any water this side of the bottom.” And Sidney looked down into the deep gloom of the ravine at their feet.
“It’s a dry supper, that’s sure,” said Raymond. “It’s a good thing that rabbit has no salt.”
“Oh, well, we’ll forget all about it once we’re asleep, and we can hike down to the next stream as soon as it’s light.” And Sidney spread the meat, bread, and cheese out on the ground before them.