"Not high enough," said he. "Make it two dollars, and maybe some angel will hand you out a glass."
"That's all right," returned Pollock resentfully, "but I bet there's some down in that hollow; and I'm going to see!"
"I wouldn't climb down there for a million drinks," said Bob; "I'll sit down and wait for you."
Pollock climbed down, found his water, drank. He filled the canteen and staggered back up the steep climb.
"Here you be," said he.
Bob seized the canteen and drank deep. When he took breath, he said:
"Thank you, Jack. That was an awful climb back."
"That's all right," nodded Jack shortly.
"Well, come on," said Bob.
"The hell!" muttered Jack, and fell over sound asleep.