She ran the glasses hastily up and down the river.

Though another roar had risen, she could make out no commotion.

The ice lay still and motionless.
The robins resumed their singing, and the squirrels were chattering with spiteful glee.
"Don't fear, Frona." St.Vincent put his arm about her protectingly.
"If there is any danger, they know it better than we, and they are taking their time." "I never saw a big river break up," she confessed, and resigned herself to the waiting.
The roars rose and fell sporadically, but there were no other signs of disruption, and gradually the two men, with frequent duckings, worked inshore.

The water was streaming from them and they were shivering severely as they came up the bank.
"At last!" Frona had both her father's hands in hers.

"I thought you would never come back." "There, there.