[Illustration: “I’m parched,” growled Trasker. “I’m in agony!” “I’m suffering as much as you are,” said Farrant. “And as for her--” “Ah, her! You’re sweet on her, that’s wot! You’d do anything for--her!”] 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.…
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