Still the sun’s rays woke him up the next morning, and he tried to do a tally by looking at the map about how far he had traveled of the 111 kilometers he had to do. “Be careful,” Melina said almost whimpering. Just as he was thinking of abandoning, he saw the Messerschmitt make a wide turn to the east, as it was probably nearing its fuel limit. No, he had made no mistake. “Because my water can is empty!”
“And would you like me to fill it with water? It’s the thing I want most in this world.”
“Okay, I’ll do it for you,” Melina said more like a whisper and heard the water clinking in the canister. As cold as the ice-cream I had last year in that nice bar on the banks of the Thames!”
“Well, why don’t you drink water?” Melina asked with slight reproach. The speed of the two types of airplanes was somewhat similar, so he didn’t hope to catch up very quickly, but the Messerschmitt had the disadvantage that it had less fuel than he did, so he couldn’t go too far south without running out of time.
