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The
sensation
was
soon
experienced
to
such
an
extent
that
everything
else
--
even
the
pain
of
his
wounds
--
became
of
trifling
consideration
.
"
It
will
kill
me
,
if
I
stay
here
?
"
reflected
the
sufferer
.
"
I
must
make
an
effort
to
reach
water
.
If
I
remember
aright
there
's
a
stream
somewhere
in
this
chapparal
,
and
not
such
a
great
way
off
.
I
must
get
to
it
,
if
I
have
to
crawl
upon
my
hands
and
knees
.
Knees
!
and
only
one
in
a
condition
to
support
me
!
There
's
no
help
for
it
but
try
.
The
longer
I
stay
here
,
the
worse
it
will
be
.
The
sun
grows
hotter
.
It
already
burns
into
my
brain
.
I
may
lose
my
senses
,
and
then
--
the
wolves
--
the
vultures
--
"
The
horrid
apprehension
caused
silence
and
shuddering
.
After
a
time
he
continued
:
"
If
I
but
knew
the
right
way
to
go
.
I
remember
the
stream
well
enough
.
It
runs
towards
the
chalk
prairie
.
It
should
be
south-east
,
from
here
.
I
shall
try
that
way
.
By
good
luck
the
sun
guides
me
.
If
I
find
water
all
may
yet
be
well
.
God
give
me
strength
to
reach
it
!
"
With
this
prayer
upon
his
lips
,
he
commenced
making
his
way
through
the
thicket
--
creeping
over
the
stony
ground
,
and
dragging
after
him
his
disabled
leg
,
like
some
huge
Saurian
whose
vertebrae
have
been
disjointed
by
a
blow
!
Lizard-like
,
he
continued
his
crawl
.
The
effort
was
painful
in
the
extreme
;
but
the
apprehension
from
which
he
suffered
was
still
more
painful
,
and
urged
him
to
continue
it
.
He
well
knew
there
was
a
chance
of
his
falling
a
victim
to
thirst
--
almost
a
certainty
,
if
he
did
not
succeed
in
finding
water
.
Stimulated
by
this
knowledge
he
crept
on
.
