It runs down from the mountains, an' it's pretty deep with all them big spring rains.

I guess we'll have to swim, sir.

We could go lower down, where there's always a ford, but that's where the Yankees would be crossing." "We'll swim, if necessary, Billy." "When even the women and little children fight for us, the South will be hard to conquer," was Harry's thought, but he said no more until they reached the creek, which was indeed swollen by the heavy rains, and was running swiftly, a full ten feet in depth.
"Hold on, Billy, I'll lead the way," said Harry.
But Billy was already in the stream, his short legs drawn up, and his horse swimming strongly.

Harry and Dalton followed without a word, and the three emerged safely on the eastern side.
"You're a brave swimmer, Billy," said Harry admiringly.
"'Tain't nothin, sir.

I didn't swim.