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It was low, then. How lucky for him that he had gotten
there before flood season! He believed Wildfire had crossed easily, and he
knew Nagger could make it. Then he piled and tied his supplies and weapons
high on the saddle, to keep them dry, and looked for a place to take to the
water.
Wildfire had sunk deep before reaching the edge. Manifestly he had lunged the
last few feet. Slone found a better place, and waded in, urging Nagger. The
big horse plunged, almost going under, and began to swim. Slone kept up-stream
beside him. He found, presently, that the water was thick and made him tired,
so it was necessary to grasp a stirrup and be towed. The river appeared only a
few hundred feet wide, but probably it was wider than it looked. Nagger
labored heavily near the opposite shore; still, he landed safely upon a rocky
bank. There were patches of sand in which Wildfire's tracks showed so fresh
that the water had not yet dried out of them.
Slone rested his horse before attempting to climb out of that split in the
rock.


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