A horrible day. Woke up in the night knowing I was feverish and must have a drink of water. Any doctor would have said so. Heaven knows I’m the last person to try to get any unfair advantage but I never dreamed that this water.rationing would be meant to apply to a sick man. In fact I would have woken the others up and asked for some only I thought it would be selfish to wake them. So I got up and took my cup and tiptoed out of the Black Hole we slept in， taking great care not to disturb Caspian and Edmund， for they‘ve been sleeping badly since the heat and the short water began. I always try to consider others whether they are nice to me or not. I got out all right into the big room， if you can call it a room， where the rowing benches and the luggage are. The thing of water is at this end. All was going beautifully， but before I’d drawn a cupful who should catch me but that little spy， Reep. I tried to explain that I was going on deck for a breath of air （the business about the water had nothing to do with him） and he asked me why I had a cup. He made such a noise that the whole ship was roused. They treated me scandalously. I asked， as I think anyone would have， why Reepicheep was sneaking about the water cask in the middle of the night. He said that as he was too small to be any use on deck， he did sentry over the water every night so that one more man could goto sleep. Now comes their rotten unfairness： they all believed him. Can you beat it？
