Drake arose.
"I'm hungry," he said, "and I'm thirsty.

I move that we eat and drink and approximately be merry." He slung aside the haversack.

From it we took food; from the canteens we drank.

We did not talk.

Each knew what the other was thinking; infrequently, and thank the eternal law that some call God for that, come crises in which speech seems not only petty but when against it the mind rebels as a nauseous thing.
This was such a time.