“So do I,” answered Dave, bluntly.
A fire had been started in the stove and a lantern lit, and Jerry Blutt rather reluctantly began preparations for the evening meal. But he kept peering out of the doorway of the cabin, and from the lean-to, and his eyes always rested on the river, with its rain-swept, swollen surface.
“I don’t like it at all!” he said, finally. “I wish we had moved over to the shore.”
“Don’t you think it is safe to stay here?”
“It ain’t as safe as it might be. If I was alone––” The man stopped short.
“What would you do?”
“I hate to say it, but I think I’d go over to the shore, till the storm was over and I knew jest how thet dam was a-goin’ to act.”
“Well, I don’t blame you,” answered Dave. “And if you want to go, go ahead.” 232
“Want me to go alone?”
“If you wish to go, yes.”