Through the last hours of the afternoon he watched it hungrily.

The big corral ran down to the water's edge, and he noted idly that three panels of the fence extended out into the river, and that the muddy water was creeping steadily up until at sundown the posts of the first panel barely showed above the water.
Park came up to him and looked down upon the little valley.

"I never did see any sense in Jack Stevens building where he did," he remarked.
"There ain't a June flood that don't put his corral under water, and some uh these days it's going to get the house.

He was too lazy to dig a well back on high ground; he'd rather take chances on having the whole business washed off the face uh the earth." "There must be danger of it this year if ever," Thurston observed uneasily.

"The river is coming up pretty fast, it seems to me.