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Well, nothing was decided next day or the next. Cabell waited and had hardly any sleep at all. Under the noise of the river and the sound of the rain on the roof he could hear footsteps, voices. A dozen times each night he slipped out of his bunk to hide himself behind the flour barrel and watch. But no one came.
By now the river was over the flats and half a mile wide in places. It roared down, crashing together the trees it had torn from the scrub. McGovern rubbed his hands and sympathized with Cabell at the prospect of a prolonged flood. Between the homestead and the hills Cabell had explored there was a boiling torrent now. Meanwhile, he waited, too.