I'm sorry I didn't think of it myself." "One of us thought of it, and that's enough.

Hold my hand hard, Robert.
Don't let your grip slip." By patient waiting and help from the others Willet was able to draw up two logs of fair size, and some smaller pieces which they placed carefully on the edge of the stone shelf.

Lying flat behind them, they would be almost hidden, and now they could await the coming of daylight with more serenity.
A long time passed.

The three ate strips of the deer meat, and Robert even slept for a short while.

He awoke to find a further decrease in the rain, although the river was still rising, and Tayoga and Willet were of the opinion that it would stop soon, a belief that was justified in an hour.