“Aren’t you getting cold?” asked Morel.
“I was lookin’ at these legs,” replied the other.
“What’s up with ‘em? They look all right,” replied Paul, from his bed.
“They look all right. But there’s some water in ‘em yet.”
“And what about it?”
“Come and look.”
Paul reluctantly got out of bed and went to look at the rather handsome legs of the other man that were covered with glistening, dark gold hair.
“Look here,” said Dawes, pointing to his shin. “Look at the water under here.”
