Thurston would have put Sunfish to a run, but Park checked him.
"Go easy," he admonished.

"If there's swimming to be done and it's a cinch there will be, he's going to need all the wind he's got." Down the hill they stopped at the edge of a raging torrent and strained their eyes to see what lay on the other side.

While they looked, a light twinkled out from among the tree-tops.

Thurston caught his breath sharply.
"She's upstairs," he said, and his voice sounded strained and unnatural.
"It's just a loft where they store stuff." He started to ride into the flood.
"Come on back here, yuh chump!" Park roared.

"Get off and loosen the cinch before yuh go in there, or yuh won't get far.