“Not if it dies o’ thirst,” says Johnny’s voice out o’ the dark.
Paul hasn’t thought about that. So when the moon comes up, he heads back to a stream he passed about two hunnert miles back. But he don’t have nothin’ to carry water in, so he scoops up a double handful an’ runs as fast as he can with the water slippin’ betwixt his fingers. When he gets back, he’s got about two drops left.
“Guess I’ll have to get more water,” he says, a mite winded.
Paul hasn’t thought about that. So when the moon comes up, he heads back to a stream he passed about two hunnert miles back. But he don’t have nothin’ to carry water in, so he scoops up a double handful an’ runs as fast as he can with the water slippin’ betwixt his fingers. When he gets back, he’s got about two drops left.
“Guess I’ll have to get more water,” he says, a mite winded.
