Then, for the sheer sake of doing something, Charlton drove down the stream to a point opposite where the bluff seemed of easy ascent.
Here he again attempted to cross, and was again balked by the horse's regard for his own safety.

Charlton did not appreciate the depth and swiftness of the stream, nor the consequent certainty of drowning in any attempt to ford it.

Not until he got out of the buggy and tried to cross afoot did he understand how impossible it was.
When Albert returned to the vehicle he sat still.

The current rippled against the body of the horse and the wheels of the buggy.

The incessant rain roared in the water before him.