Page 79 of Storm over the Caribbean
“I’m too busy to explain. If you want to know what I’m doing, just sit and watch.”
Two minutes later, I was back beside my husband. Kneeling down with the wet cloth in one hand, I pulled Mr Ambrose’s mouth open with the other, and…
Squeeeelch!
I squeezed. As I did, drop after drop of water fell into Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s mouth. It was a laborious process, and it required me to take several trips back and forth between the cave and the pond, but it worked. By the time I thought I’d gotten enough water into him, I had made at least three dozen trips.
Or at least that was what my legs felt like.
“Oh my God!” With a groan, I slid down the wall of the cave until I half-sat, half lay slumped on the ground. I couldreallyuse another massage right about now. Threateningly, I glared over at the figure of Mr Rikkard Ambrose, who was still lying on the ground unmoving. “Lazy son of a bachelor!”
In answer, all I got was silence.
Well, at least it looks like he’s back on his way to health. Soon, he’ll be glaring icy daggers at people and ordering people around once again.
“Woof?”
I glanced up, only to see a certain mutt with a wagging tail and a stick in his mouth.
I took a deep breath.
“Really? I’ve been running around for over two hours! I need some food, and water, and rest, and—”
“Woof!”
“—and it can wait till after we’ve played with the stick.” Sighing, I grabbed the bloody thing. “All right. Let’s get started, shall we?”
“Woof, woof!”
For the next hour or so, I played fetch with Fence and…actually ended up having fun. Not that I would ever admit that to that annoying flea bag, of course. He was already far too full of himself.
When the mutt finally decided to take a break, I settled down and pulled out some roasted crab. The meat was by no means as delicious as it had once been. Right now, though, I was too hungry to care. Instead, I was more concerned with the fact that there wasn’t much of it left anymore.
Could I find my way back to the beach?
Possibly. If I managed to find a path up the cliff the cave was located in, I might be able to see the beach and go in that direction. Or I could just head downhill and hope for the best. But…I had nothing to keep any water in. By the time I had reached the beach and come back, I would most likely be dying of thirst again. Not to mention one little fact…
I would have to leave Mr Ambrose behind.
Sick.
Unconscious.
Alone.
Nah. Not happening.
Well then, Lilly. You’ll just have to use that brilliant brain of yours to find a better plan, right?
I covered my eyes with one hand.
“Hey, Fence?”
“Woof?”
“You don’t happen to have a brilliant idea where to get food, do you?”
“Woof!”
