here," said the other; "it will quench your thirst, and invigorate you at the same time."
He held the flask to the lips of his comrade, and made him sip a little of his wine.
"Now it is enough," he said, withdrawing the flask from his lips. "Since you have quenched your thirst, comrade, would you not like to eat a piece of bread and some meat? Ah, you smile; you are surprised because I guess your wishes and know your sufferings. You need not wonder at it, however, comrade, for I have undergone just the same torture as you. Above all, you must eat something."
While speaking, he had produced from his knapsack a loaf of bread and a piece of roast chicken, and cutting a few slices from both, placed them tenderly in the mouth of the sufferer, looking on with smiling joy while the other moved his jaws, slowly at first, but soon more rapidly and eagerly.
"Now another draught of wine, comrade," he said, "and then, I may dare to give you some more food. Hush! do not say a word--it is a sacr