"Mebbe ye've been thinkin' that this is a powerful stormy night," answered Hank, at a venture.
"Yes, and that the storm will be apt to flood the cañon where the boys are."
"Wa'al," drawled Hank, as if weighing his words, "this yar rain'll be mighty apt to raise the creeks in the bottoms of the cañons."
"What if Ulna should not be able to get across?"
"He'll get across, no fear of that," said Hank. "But thar's another important pint in the case."
"What is that, Hank?"
"It's can Ulna git back an' fetch yer son with him."
"And what do you think about that, Hank?"
"I don't know what to think."
"But, surely, you have some idea."