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During the night the water rose twenty feet.
It went against the grain to post two sentries, when with twelve, or even ten arms we might have had the well empty by four o'clock. But to be surprised at such gruelling labour would have meant for us the end of everything; for, shaken and stripped and breathless, we could have put up no fight, and, except for the parapet of the well, there was no cover to hand.