“Cellar’s flooded!” he shouted excitedly. “Water’s almost up to the floor beams!”
“’Twould be, of course,” said Lon coolly.
“Yes, we should have thought of that,” Sam agreed. “Wait a minute, though, fellows.”
Again he went to the window, and peered out. The darkness was intense; the rain continued to fall heavily. It was largely guesswork, but his impression was that there had been a slight rise in the water about the house since his last observation.
Sam turned to his companions. He was quite aware of the need of keeping his head.
“Things are no better,” he retorted, “but we could hardly expect them to be.”
“Not with this rain poundin’ down,” Lon put in.
“Still, they’re not much worse,” Sam added.
“And we’re safe and snug, with a roof over us.”
The Shark grunted. “Huh! It’s a leaking roof. Look there!”