The boat lay becalmed, drifting on the slow, deadly monotonous swell; from cloudless sky the sun beat down, a pitiless sun whose ferocious rays made wretchedness a gasping misery and added to the pangs of thirst. And in this swaying, sun-blistered boat, two men crouched, watching each other in silence, above a still and shrouded form.... Both were young, both haggard with suffering and privation, but there all likeness ended, for the one, slim and dark, was clad in weather-stained yet fashionable tweeds; the other, a big fellow, blue-eyed, golden-haired, was rigged as a sailor; and he it was who spoke at last in voice harsh and querulous:…
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