They eased themselves down from one ledge to another, and let themselves slide in other places, being especially careful with the sack.
Stanley could no longer see the Mary Lou, but headed in what he thought was the right direction.
As the sun rose, so did the familiar haze of heat and dirt. “You thirsty?” Zero asked. “No,” said Stanley.
“Because you have three full jars of water,” said Zero.
“I thought maybe it was getting too heavy for you. If you drink some, it will lighten your load.”
“I’m not thirsty,” said Stanley. “But if you want a drink, I’ll give you some.”
“I’m not thirsty,” said Zero. “I was just worried about you.”
Stanley smiled. “I’m a camel,” he said. They walked for what seemed like a very long time, and still never came across the Mary Lou.
Stanley was pretty sure they were heading in the right direction. He remembered that when they left the boat, they were headed toward the setting sun.
Now they were headed toward the rising sun. He knew the sun didn’t rise and set exactly in the east and west;
more southeast and southwest, but he wasn’t sure how that made a difference.
His throat felt as if it was coated with sandpaper. “You sure you’re not thirsty?” he asked. “Not me,” said Zero.
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