"Y—yes."
"Then drink!"
"Oh, damn you—" Tears were in the girl's eyes. While Craig watched woodenly, she turned and crawled back to where Mrs. Miller was sitting.
"Craig was only teasing," she said gently. "He's a great teaser. He meant for you to have the water all the time. Here, Mrs. Miller, this is for you."
"Thank you, dear; thank you ever so much." Mrs. Miller drank the water slowly, in little sips. Margy Sharp watched her. Craig could see the girl trembling. When the last drop was gone, she brought the cup back to Craig—and flung it in his face.
"I could kill you!" she gasped.
"I gave you what you wanted," he said. His voice was impersonal but the hardness had gone from his eyes.
Sobbing, Margy Sharp collapsed in the bottom of the boat. She hid her face in her hands.
"Here," Craig said.
She looked up. He had drawn a fourth of a cup of water and was holding it toward her.