“NOT EVEN A WHISPER”
Every sense is heightened as these men make their way into the water to escape. The safety of their crossing is not assured; but the odds seem to favor it. Rather than facing the band of Indians over the crest of the ridge, they’ll take their chances against the river . One of the men has already been wounded in the shoulder. So much is against them – If their powder gets wet, disaster. If they are caught mid-stream (out in the open) they’re dead. It’s unspoken, but each man knows a whisper could kill them all.
Have you ever faced a life or death situation? Afterwards – water tastes sweeter, the air is fresher, sounds are more lovely. How often do words get in the way when life is truly being tasted?