Look here!" As Caspar spoke, he held out his copper powder-flask, now nearly empty.
Karl did not yet quite comprehend him.
"What is to hinder us from letting this down," he inquired, "and drawing it up again full of water?
Nothing.

Have you a piece of string about you, Ossy ?" "Yes, sahib, I have," briskly replied the shikaree, at the same time drawing a roll of hempen twist out of the breast of his cotton shirt, and holding it out towards the young hunter.
"Long enough, it is," said Caspar, taking the cord; which the next moment he attached around the neck of the flask.

After pouring the powder into his bullet-pouch, he permitted the flask to drop down till it became immersed under the current.

Allowing it to remain there, till it had become filled with water, he drew it up again; and with a congratulatory exclamation presented it to Karl, telling him to drink to his heart's content.

This injunction Karl obeyed without the slightest reluctance.
The flask was soon emptied; and once more let down and re-filled, and again emptied; and this series of operations was continued, until all were satisfied, and there was no longer a thirsty individual in the top of that tree..