“Did you see where those men went as they got off the raft?”
“They seemed to be climbing down into the hollow beside the river,” he said:
“Yes,” I whispered with a curious catching of the breath, “and then the flood came.”
He gripped my hand, and stood thinking for a few moments.
“It is impossible to say,” he cried at last. “But come along, we may be of some service to those in trouble.”
In that spirit we went on down to the lower part of the town, following the course of the flood, and finding fresh horrors at every turn.