CHAPTER XXXA halt was called at noon, and Denise, who had walked for four long hours, felt that hopeless weariness that yearns only for some corner where the body may lie relaxed. Her feet were burning, and she and Marpasse had been trudging in the dust made by the horses, dust that had clogged the air, and made the eyes tingle. Denise was glad to throw herself on the grass beside Marpasse, who was much less weary, being tougher, and more used to the road.
Marpasse was very wide awake. She looked narrowly at Denise, and rolled to the side on one elbow so as to be nearer.
“We have our chance now, are you strong enough?”
Denise’s dull eyes brightened, and she moistened her lips with her tongue.
“If we only had water! What can we do—here, Marpasse, with the men all round us?”
Marpasse ga
