And Mona's voice, shorn of its customary assurance, answered faintly from the loft.
He shouted again, giving directions in a tone of authority which must have sounded strange to her, but which she did not seem to resent and obeyed without protest.

She had to wade from the stairs to the door and when Thurston stooped and lifted her up in front of him, she looked as if she were very glad to have him there.
"You didn't 'cope with the situation,' after all," he remarked while she was settling herself firmly in the saddle.
"I went to sleep and didn't notice the water till it was coming in at the door," she explained.

"And then--" She stopped abruptly.
"Then what ?" he demanded maliciously.

"Were you afraid ?" "A little," she confessed reluctantly.
Thurston gloated over it in silence--until he remembered Park.

After that he could think of little else.