Imagination and the knowledge that he could not allay it for the present at least, increased the burning sensation in his throat and the dryness of his lips.

He caught a view of the current of the Teotihuacan, the little river by the side of which the pyramids stand, and the sight increased his torments.
He had never seen before such fresh and pure water.

It sparkled and raced in the sun before him and it looked divine.

And yet it was as far out of his reach as if it were all the way across Mexico.
Ned went back to the place where he had slept and sat down.

The sight of the river had tortured him, and he felt better when it was shut from view.