The rain drummed upon the roof and the river swished and gurgled against the crumbling banks, and grumbled audibly to itself because the hills stood immovably in their places and set bounds which it could not pass, however much it might rage against their base.
When the clock struck a wheezy nine Mona glanced at it significantly and smothered a yawn more than half affected.

It was a hint which no man with an atom of self-respect could overlook.

With mutual understanding the two rose.
"I guess we'll have to be going," Park said with some ceremony.

"I kept think ing maybe Jack would show up; it ain't right to leave yuh here alone like this." "I don't see why not; I'm not the least bit afraid," Mona said.

Her tone was impersonal and had in it a note of dismissal.
So, there being nothing else that they could do, they said good-night and took themselves off.
"This is sure fierce," Park grumbled when they struck the lower ground.
"Darn a man like Jack Stevens! He'll hang out there in town and bowl up on other men's money till plumb daylight.