But poor Katy said that she could not live half an hour longer in this rain.

And, besides, she knew that Albert would be drowned in crossing.

So that it was with much ado that he managed to get away from her, and, indeed, I think she cried after he had gone.

He called back to her when he got to the brook's bank, "All right, Katy!" but Katy heard him through the roar of the rain, and it seemed to her that he was being swallowed up in a Noachian deluge.
Charlton climbed along on the precarious footing afforded by the submerged pole, holding to the poles above while the water rushed about his feet.

These poles were each of them held by a single large nail at each end, and the support was doubly doubtful.