It was low, then.

How lucky for him that he had gotten there before flood season! He believed Wildfire had crossed easily, and he knew Nagger could make it.

Then he piled and tied his supplies and weapons high on the saddle, to keep them dry, and looked for a place to take to the water.
Wildfire had sunk deep before reaching the edge.

Manifestly he had lunged the last few feet.

Slone found a better place, and waded in, urging Nagger.