You can go and stay there till the river goes down, and Mr.Gordon 'll come and meet you." "Thanks, I'll go on," said the lady.
Preparations for crossing the river were soon made.

Anything that would spoil by getting wet, or that would float out of the coach, was lifted up and packed on the roof.

The passengers stood up on the seats.
Then Pat Donohoe put the whip on his leaders, and calling to his two wheelers, old-seasoned veterans, he put them at it.
Snorting and trembling, the leaders picked their way into the yellow water, the coach bumping over the rubble of the crossing-place.

Hugh Gordon, watching from the far-side of the river, saw the coach dip and rock and plunge over the boulders.

On it came till the water was actually lapping into the body of the coach, roaring and swirling round the horses' legs, up to their flanks and bellies, while the driver called out to them and kept them straight with voice and reins.