Paul wasn’t worried for himself and Lylian. They’d climbed up to a huge rock that the river had brought down from the mountain. Judging by its size, Paul thought heavy rains must be able to flood the river; that could make trouble for them. But he was most worried about Fred right now and his clumsy and reckless moves.
“Fred, come here. The water reached your knees in only a minute! Stop trying to be a hero!”
The tattooed man looked down at his legs again, and by the time he looked back to Paul, the level of the river was at his thighs.”
“You must be right!” he shouted desperately. “I haven’t seen anything like this. We aren’t even in the rainy season. Other-wise, I wouldn’t have recommended crossing. But that heavy rain last week …”
He didn’t get a chance to finish the sentenc
