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Nor
would
it
,
but
for
another
source
of
trouble
,
every
moment
making
itself
more
manifest
--
that
from
which
he
had
so
lately
had
such
a
narrow
escape
.
He
was
once
more
on
the
eve
of
being
tortured
by
thirst
.
He
blamed
himself
for
having
been
so
simple
,
as
not
to
think
of
this
before
climbing
up
to
the
tree
.
He
might
easily
have
carried
up
a
supply
of
water
.
The
stream
was
there
;
and
for
want
of
a
better
vessel
,
the
concave
blades
of
the
maguey
would
have
served
as
a
cistern
.
His
self-reproaches
came
too
late
.
The
water
was
under
his
eyes
,
only
to
tantalise
him
;
and
by
so
doing
increase
his
eagerness
to
obtain
it
.
He
could
not
return
to
the
stream
,
without
running
the
gauntlet
of
the
coyotés
,
and
that
would
be
certain
death
.
He
had
but
faint
hopes
that
the
hound
would
return
and
rescue
him
a
second
time
--
fainter
still
that
his
message
would
reach
the
man
for
whom
it
was
intended
.
A
hundred
to
one
against
that
.
Thirst
is
quick
in
coming
to
a
man
whose
veins
are
half-emptied
of
their
blood
.
The
torture
proclaimed
itself
apace
.
How
long
was
it
to
continue
?
This
time
it
was
accompanied
by
a
straying
of
the
senses
.
The
wolves
,
from
being
a
hundred
,
seemed
suddenly
to
have
increased
their
number
tenfold
.
A
thousand
appeared
to
encompass
the
tree
,
filling
the
whole
ground
of
the
glade
!
They
came
nearer
and
nearer
.
Their
eyes
gave
out
a
lurid
light
.
Their
red
tongues
lapped
the
hanging
cloth
;
they
tore
it
with
their
teeth
.
He
could
feel
their
fetid
breath
,
as
they
sprang
up
among
the
branches
!
A
lucid
interval
told
him
that
it
was
all
fancy
.
The
wolves
were
still
there
;
but
only
a
hundred
of
them
--
as
before
,
reclining
upon
the
grass
,
pitiably
awaiting
a
crisis
!
It
came
before
the
period
of
lucidity
had
departed
;
to
the
spectator
unexpected
as
inexplicable
.
He
saw
the
coyotés
suddenly
spring
to
their
feet
,
and
rush
off
into
the
thicket
,
until
not
one
remained
within
the
glade
.
Was
this
,
too
,
a
fancy
?
He
doubted
the
correctness
of
his
vision
.
He
had
begun
to
believe
that
his
brain
was
distempered
.
But
it
was
clear
enough
now
.
There
were
no
coyotés
.
What
could
have
frightened
them
off
?
A
cry
of
joy
was
sent
forth
from
his
lips
,
as
he
conjectured
a
cause
.
Tara
had
returned
?
Perhaps
Phelim
along
with
him
?
There
had
been
time
enough
for
the
delivery
of
the
message
.
For
two
hours
he
had
been
besieged
by
the
coyotés
.
