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@@@@@"What you want, some water?" "Yeah, gimme that, gimme some waterHis short powerful body seemed to have condensed in the last two daysHis big slack mouth hung openHis back had shortened and his arms become longer, his head bent over at a smaller angle to his chestHis thin sandy hair drooped sadly over his sloping forehead and his clothing sagged wetlyHe looked like a giant phlegmatic egg set on a stout tree stump"Shoot, Ah don't know why y' can't have water "You jus' gimme it, they ain' anythin' Ah won' do for ya Ridges scratched the back of his neckHe was not accustomed to make a decision by himselfAll his life he had been taking orders from someone or other, and he felt an odd malaise"Ah ought to ask Goldstein," he mumbled "Goldstein's chickenThe laughter seemed to come from such a distance inside himselfHe hardly knew why he laughedIt was probably from embarrassmentHe and Goldstein had been too exhausted to talk to each other, but even so he had assumed that Goldstein was the leader, and this despite the fact that he knew the route backBut Ridges had never led anything, and out of habit he assumed that Goldstein was to make all the decisions But Goldstein was now lying ten yards away, his face to the ground, almost unconsciousRidges shook his headHe was too tired to think, he told himselfStill, it seemed absurd not to give a man a drink of waterLittle ol' drink ain't gonna hurt nobody, he told himself Goldstein knew how to read, howeverRidges balked at the idea of breaking some law out of the vast mysterious world of books and newspa