Miles up the broad flood the sun was disappearing gorgeously.

From their saddles, the two horsemen feasted on the scene without comment.
But presently, M.Grandissime uttered a low ejaculation and spurred his horse toward a tree hard by, preparing, as he went, to fasten his rein to an overhanging branch.

Frowenfeld, agreeable to his beckon, imitated the movement.
"I fear he intends to drown himself," whispered M.Grandissime, as they hurriedly dismounted.
"Who?
Not--" "Yes, your landlord, as you call him.

He is on the flatboat; I saw his hat over the levee.

When we get on top the levee, we must get right into it.