Park came up to him and looked down upon the little valley. “I never did see any sense in Jack Stevens building where he did,” he remarked. “There ain't a June flood that don't put his corral under water, and some uh these days it's going to get the house. He was too lazy to dig a well back on high ground; he'd rather take chances on having the whole business washed off the face uh the earth.” “There must be danger of it this year if ever,” Thurston observed uneasily. “The river is coming up pretty fast, it seems to me. It must have raised three feet since we crossed this afternoon.” “I'll course there's danger, with all that snow coming out uh the mountains. And like as not Jack's in Shellanne roosting on somebody's pool table and telling it scary, instead uh staying at home looking after his stuff. Where yuh going, Bud?” “I'm going to ride down there,” Thurston answered constrainedly. “The women may be all alone.” “Well, I'll go along, if you'll hold on a minute. Jack ain't got a lick uh sense. I don't care if he is Mona's brother.” “Half brother,” corrected Thurston, as he swung up into the saddle. He had a poor opinion of Jack and resented even that slight relation to Mona. The road was soggy with the rain which fell steadily; down in the bottom, the low places in the road were already under water, and the river, widening almost perceptibly in its headlong rush down the narrow valley, crept inch by inch up its low banks. When they galloped into the yard which sloped from the house gently down to the river fifty yards away, Mona's face appeared for a moment in the window. Evidently she had been watching for some one, and Thurston's heart flopped in his chest as he wondered, fleetingly, if it could be himself. When she opened the door her eyes greeted him with a certain wistful expression that he had never seen in them before. He was guilty of wishing that Park had stayed in camp. “Oh, I'm glad you rode over,” she welcomed--but she was careful, after that first swift glance, to look at Park. “Jack wasn't at camp, was he? He went to town this morning, and I looked for hi back long before now. But it's a mistake ever to look for Jack until he's actually in sight.” Park smiled vaguely. He was afraid it would not be polite to agree with her as emphatically as he would like to have done. But Thurston had no smile ready, polite or otherwise. Instead he drew down his brows in a way not complimentary to Jack. “Where is your mother?” he asked, almost peremptorily. “Mamma went to Great Falls last week,” she told him primly, just grazing him with one of her impersonal glances which nearly drove him to desperation. “Aunt Mary has typhoid fever--there seems to be so much of that this spring and they sent for mamma. She's such a splendid nurse, you know.” Thurston did know, but he passed over the subject. “And you're alone?” he demanded.