I told him, "Yes, I thought so." "Lucky for them," he said, "that's off their tent. Come on, hurry up." We didn't try to go through the old creek bottom, but even alongside it we began coming to big puddles, and pretty soon we were wading through water up to our waists. Even a hundred feet away from it, the land was like a lake and we just plodded and stumbled through water. I knew now that the rain itself could never have done that. Pretty soon we must have got over into the old creek bed, because we stumbled and went kerflop in, and the next thing we knew, we were swimming. "Let's get out of this, but try to keep near it," Bert said, "so we'll know where we're going. This has got me rattled. I don't know what's happened or where we're at. I don't even know if we're north or south of the creek bed." It was pretty hard keeping near the hollow, because all the land was flooded and we had to feel each step. But if we got away from it, _good night,_ we didn't know where we might end. Only the trouble was, it kept getting worse and worse the farther we went, and it nearly toppled us over backwards, it was flowing so strong. Pretty soon Bert stopped and said, "Listen." We were both standing in the water up to our waists, and I was shivering, it was so cold. "Do you hear the sound of water rushing?" he asked me. I listened and heard a sound far off like a water fall. "What is it?" I asked. "Search _me_," Bert answered, "but we're in bad here. Let's head for the mountains." Now I didn't know what had happened, except that the whole country was under water. When it comes to the lay of the land I can usually tell where I'm at, but when it comes to the lay of the water, _good night_. And believe me, there's nothing that changes the looks of things like water. "I think those are the mountains that make Nick's Valley," I said; "let's try to get over that way." "There's a waterfall coming down out of a crevice between them," Bert said; "I know what's happened, the valley is flooded." You see we were in the low fields west of those mountains. I can't tell you just where, but somewhere. There were hollows in the fields so sometimes we were walking and sometimes we were swimming. It was the outside of the mountains that we saw, as you might say; I mean the side away from the valley, so the water coming out through a cleft proved that the water must be pretty high inside--I mean in Nick's Valley. I guess you'll see what I mean if you'll look at the map. But, believe me, it wasn't easy to get to those mountains. Seeing them was one thing and getting to them was another. We just plodded around, stumbling off little hills that were under water and we didn't seem to get anywhere. After a while we came out on higher land where there wasn't much water except puddles. "Some cruise, hey?" I said. "Shh, listen!" Bert said. "You can hear it plainer now. Look over there."