It came down in sheets--and pillowcases.

When we hit into the old creek bed, the water was running through it just the same as if it was a regular creek.

It was right up to the top of the bushes that grew there and dragging them sideways, as it rushed along.
"Well, what do you know about that ?" I said.
Bert just stood looking at it and then he said, "That's no rain water." "Sure it is," I said; "what else do you suppose it is ?" "Something's wrong," he said.
All of a sudden he reached in through the wet bushes and pulled something out.

"Look at that," he said.
It was a sort of a little college pennant on a stick.
"Those fellows went to Catskill didn't they ?" Bert asked me, kind of quick.
I told him, "Yes, I thought so." "Lucky for them," he said, "that's off their tent.

Come on, hurry up." We didn't try to go through the old creek bottom, but even alongside it we began coming to big puddles, and pretty soon we were wading through water up to our waists.