"He ought to go. I wonder where he can be."
"He could be most any place," she answered; and as she stepped under the umbrella to walk with him to the gate, she added: "But I think he is at Wash Sanders' house."
He helped her into the carriage, took a seat beside her, and shut the door with a slam. "As fast as you can!" he shouted to the driver. They sat a long time in silence, listening to the rain and the hoofs of the horses sloshing in the wet sand. The carriage stopped.
"What's the matter?"
"De bayou, sah."
"Drive on."
"De bridge is full o' holes."
"Drive through."
"De water's mighty high."
"Drive through."