After throwing himself down and taking a drink, he hurried back to Percy.
"It is all right, Percy, I have found it.

We can wash to our hearts' content; think of that, lad." Percy could hardly stand, but he made an effort, and Jack half carried him to the streamlet.

There the lads spent two hours.

First they bathed their heads and hands, and then, stripping, lay down in the stream and allowed it to flow over them, then they rubbed themselves with handfuls of leaves dipped in the water, and when they at last put on their rags again felt like new men.

Percy was able to walk back to the spot they had quitted with the assistance only of Jack's arm.