“There aren’t any islands here. It must be a bit of the mainland cut off by the flood.”
“I’m not afraid, if that’s what you mean. We can stand it until dawn.”
A wavelet lapped quietly across her foot. She withdrew it and with that involuntary act came understanding. Her hand, turning in his, pressed close, palm cleaving to palm.
“How much longer?” she asked in a whisper.
“Not long. It’s just a tiny patch. And the river is rising every minute.”
“How long?” she persisted.
“Perhaps two hours. Perhaps less. My good God! If there’s any special hell for criminal fools, I ought to go to it for bringing you to this,” he burst out in agony.
“I brought you. Whatever there is, we’ll go to it together.”
“You’re wonderful beyond all wonders. Aren’t you afraid?”
“I don’t know. It isn’t so much fear, though I dread to think of that hammering-down weight of water.”