His head grew hotter.
Black specks in myriads danced before his eyes.

He looked longingly at his palm.

When he first saw it, it stood up, vital and strong.

Now it seemed to droop and waver like himself.

But it would have enough life to fill its veins and arteries through the day and at night he would have another good drink.
He scarcely stirred throughout the day but spent most of the time looking at the palm.