"Have you got some left?"
"Yes, and a hard-boiled egg. Wait a bit!"
I went back into the piggery, and very stealthily—I did not want Guillaumin to see me—took out my mess-tin, which contained my provisions for the next day, then I rejoined Humel.
"Here you are."
We went and sat down in the shade on the curb of the well.
"You can use my mess-tin."
The poor boy began to eat hurriedly, and in silence. I told him, in a joking tone, the story of our expedition; and meanwhile stealthily examined his thin profile. He was a mere boy. A younger brother, this lad too, younger not only in years.... He was thirsty. I pulled up a bucket of water for him and we drank out of the same mug.
Then making a violent effort to get over what I think was timidity he said to me:
"Thanks very much."