When we had satisfied our thirst we rolled
over again, made ourselves as comfortable as we could under the
circumstances--which warn't saying much--and in a short time were
both asleep, for we had only been four hours in bed for two nights.
I was pretty well accustomed to sleep on the ground, and I slept
without waking for nearly seven hours; for when I did so I saw at
once it was nearly sunset. I can't say it was an agreeable waking,
that; for I felt as if my shoulders were out of joint, and that I
had two bands of red-hot iron round my wrists. My first move was to
roll over and have another drink. Then I sat up and looked round.
Rube was sitting up, looking at me.
'So you are awake, Seth?'
'Yes,' said I. 'Are you all right now, Rube?'
'As right as can be,' Rube said in his ordinary cheerful tone;
'except that I feel as if a fellow was sawing away at my ankles and
wrists with a blunt knife.'
'That's about the state of my wrists,' I said.
'I don't mind my wrists so much,' he said; 'it's my feet bothers
me. I shall be such a time before I can walk.'
'You needn't bother about that, Rube,' said I. 'It isn't much more
walking your feet have got to do.'
'I hope they've got more to do than they've ever done yet, old
hoss,' Rube said; 'at any rate, they've got a good thirty miles to
do to-night.
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