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But perhaps none of those who had died of thirst ever got a chance to talk to him and explain. He could splurge, so after drinking his fill he poured a generous stream of water over his head and face. Robert listened carefully to the engine noise as the German passed him, but there was nothing suspicious. In the evening he was no longer able to look for any bushes, and dropped down at the foot of a dune, and fell into a deep sleep, which seemed to him more like fainting than sleep. Nice hallucination, Robert thought, but after an hour in which he had almost regained his strength he began to question himself. “What are you doing?” he asked, curious to see how real his hallucination was and how far he could go with it. The next day he got up at dawn and set out on his journey. It wasn’t called a Spitfire for nothing, for the tracers spat out by the eight