What a contrast now was presented between the conduct of Brand and that of his shipmates. Turk filled his flask with the pure element, and presented it to Harry, who at once passed it to Mary.
"Drink first!" said the poor girl.
Finding, however, that she could not prevail upon him to do so, Mary at length drank her fill.
The effect was magical. Her eyes brightened—the feverish hue seemed to leave her cheek—she breathed a grateful sigh of relief.
At the basin, Turk would not drink until his companion had first done so.
When all had partaken, there was still a quart of water left.
Turk went to the raft, and, procuring his flask, in which there still remained a few drops, he filled it from the hollow, and returning, presented it to Mary.
"This is for you, my lass," said he.
Meanwhile, Brand filled his bottle, holding about twice as much as Turk's.