"I rickon they've got the worst of it, sergeant laddie; but I think
I'd fale a bit aisier if I was blindfolded or takin' a drink in the
dark. I prefer me liquid refrishment with a little less mate, not to
minshin its bein' less frisky."
We had come to the Cisternas Negras with towels, intending to wash off
the dust of travel. We now used one of them to strain the water, and
were astonished to see that each gallon left behind it a plump
spoonful of animalcula. The water was sweet, but, after discovering
the abundant life in it, we deferred drinking more of it until it had
been boiled.
As we pursued the narrow path to camp in single file, we noticed Vic a
considerable distance to the right, scouting and nosing about in an
earnest manner. Evidently she thought she had made an important
discovery, for she several times paused and looked in our direction
and barked. But we were too hungry to investigate, and soon she
disappeared from our view.
When we reached the ambulance the boys put a few cakes of hard bread
in their pockets, and, taking their shot-guns, went out to look for
some "cottontails" while supper was being prepared.
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