It rolled by furiously, lapping in frothy ripples upon the steep slope that led down to it.
"Nearly an extra three feet of water; there'd be a risk in crossing," he said, when Edgar joined him.
"We couldn't make the place where the trail runs in, and the landing down-stream from it looks bad." "Then what ought we to do ?" Edgar inquired.
"Wait until to-morrow.

There's no doubt been a heavy thunderstorm higher up, but the water should soon run down." George glanced back toward the prairie dubiously.

"I'm a little anxious about the fire; but, after all, it may not come near us." The cattle did not wander far after drinking, and the men ate their supper.

It grew dark, but the heat did not lessen, and the oppressive air was filled with a smell of burning.

Looking back between the trees, they could see a long streak of yellow radiance leaping up, and growing dim when the view was obstructed by clouds of smoke.
"It's an awkward situation, and, as if it were not bad enough, there's a big thunderstorm brewing," Edgar said at length.