He started up, fearing that his ears deceived him; but no, they did not.

Beyond a moss-covered stone of great size was a clear, sparkling rivulet of bright, crystal water, falling into a stone basin of considerable depth.

He stooped and found it sweet and cool.

Oh, so refreshing! Slaking his thirst, he next thought of his suffering companion under the trees beyond the hill, and for the first time he reflected that he had failed to provide himself with any vessel to carry water.

There was no bucket or cup nearer than the ship, and she might perish before he could bring anything from there.