But if I am--God knows, it won't be the first time ...

Anyhow we'll soon know." It was a circuitous road that led to the dam.

The rain was pouring again, the streets deserted.

Once they were held up at a railroad crossing....
The clock in the car pointed at five minutes to ten when their headlights finally fell upon the bridge.

As they drew nearer they could hear nothing in the darkness but the thunder of the water.