I'd just saddle my horse and ride out to high ground!" "Would yuh ?" Park grinned skeptically.

"The road from here to the hill is half under water right now; the river's got over the bank above, and is flooding down through the horse pasture.

By the time the water got up here the river'd be as wide and deep one side uh yuh as the other.

Then where'd yuh be at ?" "It won't get up here, though," Mona asserted coolly.

"It never has." "No, and the Lazy Eight never had to work the Yellowstone range on spring roundup before either," Park told her meaningly.
Whereupon Mona got upon her pedestal and smiled her unpleasant smile, against which even Park had no argument ready.
They lingered till long after all good cowpunchers are supposed to be in their beds--unless they are standing night-guard--but Jack failed to appear.