might roll himself and put down his lips to drink when
the water should rise high enough. Impatiently and
anxiously he lay watching the moisture slowly accumulate
in the bottom of the hole, drop by drop, and while
he gazed he fell into a troubled, restless slumber, and
dreamed that Crusoe's return was a dream, and that he
was alone again, perishing for want of water.
When he awakened the hole was half full of clear
water, and Crusoe was lapping it greedily.
"Back, pup!" he shouted, as he crept down to the