The rain was still pouring down in torrents, and the flood had risen till it was nearly on a level with the plateau.
"Three feet more and it will be into the cave," he said, speaking aloud.
"Watel littee mole high up no cannee stay, mus' allee die if no can swimmee," said a voice behind Sam.
There was no need to ask whose it was.
Wah Shin, with thoughts of breakfast in his mind, had got up, but first he decided to satisfy himself of the condition of affairs outside.
"Yes, Wah Shin," said Sam, without turning his head, "even as I look at the flood it appears to be rising."
"If it come mole up, wat we allee do?"
"I don't know."
"No cannee stop dis place?"
"I fear not."