It was eight in the evening. No signs of water had yet appeared. I was suffering horribly. My uncle strode on. He refused to stop. He was listening anxiously for the murmur of distant springs. But, no, there was dead silence.
Eran las ocho de la noche y el agua no había parecido. Yo padecía horriblemente; mi tío seguía marchando sin quererse detener. Aguzaba el oído tratando de sorprender el murmullo de algún manantial; mas en vano.