He found some relief now and then in stretching his muscles, but there was nothing to assuage the intense thirst that assailed all three.

Robert's throat and mouth were dry and burning, and he looked longingly at the lake that shimmered and gleamed below them.

The waters, sparkling in their brilliant and changing colors, were cool and inviting.

They bade him come, and his throat grew hotter and hotter, but he would make no complaint.

He must endure it in silence all the afternoon, and all the next day too, if they should be held there.
Late in the afternoon they heard shots again, but they were quite sure that the reports, as before, were due to Indian hunters.