There was water in places, yet she had to go a long way before she found water that was drinkable.

Filling her sombrero, she hurried back to the side of the rider.

It was difficult to give him a drink.
"Thanks, miss," he said, gratefully.

His voice was stronger and less hoarse.
"Have you any broken bones ?" asked Lucy.
"I don't know.

I can't feel much." "Are you in pain ?" "Hardly.