"This is nothing more than a brook raised to a river by the storm, and, in another hour or two, it will be a brook again.

Rise fast, fall fast holds true." They sat on a log near the stream and watched it go down.

As their muscles relaxed they began to feel cold, and had it not been for the serapes they would have been chilled.

In two hours the muddy little river was a muddy little brook and they walked across.

All the while now, a warm, drying wind was blowing, but they kept on for some time longer in order that the vigorous circulation of the blood might warm their bodies.