There--there, lean on me!" She was none too soon; for, after holding him upright a moment, his limbs failed, and stooping gently she was obliged to support him half reclining against a tree.
"It's the heat!" he said.

"Give me some whiskey from my flask.

Never mind the water," he added faintly, with a forced laugh, after he had taken a draught at the strong spirit.

"Tell me more about the other water--the Sleeping Water, you know.

How do you know all this about him and his--father ?" "Partly from him and partly from Curson, who wrote to me about him," she answered, with some hesitation.
But Dunn did not seem to notice this incongruity of correspondence with a former lover.