“I've shut off the water. Was that right?”
Right! He had been wishing himself two men, nay, three: one at the bank, and one at the gates, and one carrying word to Finlayson.
“Can I do anything else?”
“Yes; make Finlayson's camp quick as you can,” Travis panted over a shovelful of dirt he was heaving.
“Yes; what shall I tell him?”
“Tell him to send up everything he has got; every man and team and scraper.”
Nancy was gone, but in a few moments she was back again, wringing her hands, and as white as a cherry-blossom.
“The water is all down round the house, and father is alone in bed crying like a child.”
“There's nothing to cry about now. You turned off the water; see, it has almost stopped.”
“Can I leave him with you?”