“And I’m the man that knows it, too. Lord!––but I’m as dry as if I had been eating salt fish for a week.”
“And you can have a nice, big drink of fresh water at the trough outside whenever you are ready.”
“Water, Phil! Have a heart!”
“Sure thing! Good fresh water!”
“‘Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink,’” he quoted.
And sitting up, there among the hay, a strangely assorted pair they seemed as they conversed familiarly.
“Well,––I fancy I’ve had about enough this trip.”
“You certainly have!”
“Ay, Phil,––but think of that big shrimp knocking us soft.”
“Us, did you say?” put in Phil. “Then it is true, after all?”