No need to ask when; he understood me; he sent me the glance of a man who has become too familiar with death to fear it, and answered:
"Another hour of this, and—I'm ready."
I told him to keep an eye on both points of attack and went across to where Desiree sat crouched on the ground. I hadn't many words.
"How is your foot?"
"Oh, it is better; well. But your leg—"
"Never mind that. Could you sleep?"
"Bon Dieu—no!"
"We have only raw fish. Can you eat?"
"I'll try," she answered, with a grimace.
I went to the edge of the ledge where we had the fish stowed away near the water and took some of it both to her and Harry. We ate, but with little relish. The stuff did not seem very fresh.