Hal kicked his heels with joy. “Get some water for him, Bee; don’t stand there like a dummy! Go on, get some water!”
“But—but Old Verny must have had water! Where’d he get it, Jack? There must be a spring or a well or—or—”
“He probably used bottled water,” said Hal. “I dare say the grocer brought it to him.”
“Well, I never heard of a spring on Nobody’s,” replied Jack, “and I never saw any signs of one. Perhaps Verny had a well.”
“He must have! I’ll look for it,” and Bee started off with the tea-kettle in hand.
“Don’t be an idiot!” cried Hal. “If there ever was a well it’s filled up long ago. You ought to have thought and brought water along. There’s nothing like looking ahead and being prepared, Bee!”
Bee tried to smile at that gibe, but made dismal work of it. “Then—then what can we do? We couldn’t use salt water, could we, Jack?”
“There’s just one thing we can do,” said Hal eagerly, “and that’s go home sensibly. We can’t stay here all night without any water to drink.”
“Go home!” exclaimed Bee blankly.
“Of course. Unless you want to row back to town and get a bucket of water.”