CHAPTER XIII.
A SHELTER.
Albert drove up the stream, and in a fit of desperation again essayed to ford it.

The staying in the rain all night with Katy was so terrible to him that he determined to cross at all hazards.

It were better to drown together than to perish here.

But again the prudent stubbornness of the old horse saved them.

He stood in the water as immovable as the ass of Balaam.