The three looked down on it and their thirst grew. "I could drink it all," said Curtis. A swallow drifted by on slanting wings, darted to the brim of the water-fall and leaped again skyward. "How is a bird superior to a man!" exclaimed Michali. "The wings of a man are his mind," replied the Swede. "The hedgehogs are on fire inside of me. We must reach that water to quench them. It would take the whole stream to put out the ones that I ate." After another hour they came upon a goat trail that, leading from above, ended abruptly and zigzagged from ledge to ledge down the side of the cliff into the stream. Michali's delight was unbounded. "Follow this trail," he cried, "and we shall a shepherd find with water, or may be a village, who knows?" "How far is it?" asked Lindbohm. "How do I know? Perhaps one mile--perhaps ten." "If it is two, the hedgehogs will burn through before I get there," replied Curtis. "I'm going down." "It is very dangerous," replied Michali. "We must yust take our chances," asserted Lindbohm. The descent was not so difficult as it appeared. Within twelve feet of the bottom they found themselves on the edge of a rock. Below them the stream gurgled enticingly between banks of snowy sand. "And now?" asked Curtis. "We must yust yump and take our chances," replied Lindbohm. Instinctively seizing the tails of his coat he held them out like wings and sprang into the air. "Hurrah!" he cried, looking up. "It's all right," and throwing himself flat on his stomach, he sucked up long drafts of the cool, refreshing water. In a moment Michali and Curtis were lying beside him. "How do the goats get out of here?" asked Curtis, looking at the face of the rock down which he had just made a flying leap. "O, a goat is like a fly; he can skip up a pane of glass," replied Lindbohm. "We must now follow the stream up," said Michali. "We shall surely find somebody. In Greece, where there is water, men are not far away." "But we are not in Greece," objected Lindbohm. The Cretan's eyes blazed. "Do not say that when you are among my countrymen--it would not be safe." Lindbohm seized him by the hand. "I beg your pardon," he cried. "You are right. We are in the very heart of Greece, and we are here to shoot down anybody who says the contrary."