At sunrise I gave the word to start, and all day long we met with no glade to give variety to our path. I could not help admiring Lucien, who, although suffering from heat, fatigue, and thirst, uttered not one complaint, but only looked at me with a sad face. Two or three times I tried to enliven him; the poor little fellow then shook his troublesome burden and smiled back so painfully that I was quite affected. L'Encuerado, overwhelmed by his basket, puffed noisily, and declared every now and then that he could sniff the river and the smell of the crocodiles. This nonsense enlivened our march a little; but soon, dull and silent, we resumed our sluggish pace. At last fatigue compelled us to halt, when Lucien and l'Encuerado went off to sleep, quite forgetting their suppers. I proposed to Sumichrast to regain as soon as we could the mountain path. "Let us keep on one day more," said my friend; "we have still four bottles of water left, and even if we give Lucien and Gringalet the largest share, it will serve us for another twenty-four hours." The next day, just as we were starting, l'Encuerado killed a hocco. The fire was soon lighted, and the game washed down with a mouthful of brandy, which somewhat restored our energy. About midday, when the heat was most intense, the aspect of the ground altered, the trees became wider apart, and our strength seemed to redouble. "Now, Master Sunbeam!" cried Sumichrast, "lengthen your strides a little, if you please; don't you hear the murmur of a stream?" "Three days you've been telling me this story, so that now both Gringalet and I are skeptical." "How will you behave when you cross the savannahs?" "Just as at present. I would walk without drinking, so as not to excite my thirst," replied the child archly, who had failed to be convinced by our reasoning. "Oh, come! I thought you were too ill for irony. Never mind, I can bear witness that you have behaved like a man. What do your legs say?" "That they would be very willing to rest." "You would like to find yourself at Orizava?" "I should rather see a stream, an alligator, and a puma." "You are most unreasonable. I should be contented with the stream." "Don't you find that the mosquitoes in the _Terre-Chaude_ bite much sharper than those in the _Terre-Temperee_?" asked the boy, addressing l'Encuerado. "No, Chanito; they are all alike, for they belong to the same family, as your papa says." "Then they must be more numerous here, for every instant one receives a fresh pinch." "You must not complain yet, Chanito; you'll see what it will be when we reach the stream." "How will it be then?" "We shall not be able to open our mouths without swallowing some of these blood-suckers. But, Chanito, do you know what these mosquitoes are?" "Yes, papa told me yesterday that they were _diptera_, and relations of the gadflys. Their proboscis is a kind of sheath inclosing six lancets, by the help of which they pierce our skin and suck our blood."