So he had stayed and slept poorly, worrying most of the night about snakes. Newt sat in his blankets, feeling alone. Passing behind the wagon, he bumped into Newt, who had evidently been holding his water while the woman was in camp and had just slipped off to relieve himself. He almost decided to go back and get Deets, though he knew Call would be reluctant to surrender him.
Martin was too weak by then to cough very hard, but his breath was a rasp and his fever still high. Dish had to mount holding the plate, which was awkward, but no one offered to help. They were excellent horsethieves themselves. They had no medicine and could do nothing for him.
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