There was water, for William smelled it at last and hurried forward with more briskness than Casey could muster, eager though he was to reach the tent he saw standing there under the biggest juniper.
Beside the tent was a water bucket of bright, new tin.

A white granite dipper stood in it.

Casey drank sparingly and stopped when he would have given all he ever possessed in the world to have gone on drinking until he could hold no more.

But he was not yet crazy with the thirst.

So he stopped drinking, filled a white granite basin and soused his head again and again, sighing with sheer ecstasy at the drip of water down his back and chest.