Addie. “It ain’t on a balance,” he says.
At last the trees open; against the open river Jewel sits the horse, half turned, it belly deep now. Across the river we can see Vernon and pa and Vardaman and Dewey Dell. Vernon is waving at us, waving us further downstream.
“We are too high up,” Cash says. Vernon is shouting too, but we cannot make out what he says for the noise of the water. It runs steady and deep now, unbroken, without sense of motion until a log comes along, turning slowly. “Watch it,” Cash says. We watch it and see it falter and hang for a moment, the current building up behind it in a thick wave, submerging it for an instant before it shoots up and tumbles on.
“There it is,” I say.
“Ay,” Cash says. “It’s there.” We look at Vernon again. He is now flapping his arms up and down. We move on downstream, slowly and carefully, watching Vernon. He drops his hands. “This is the place,” Cash says.
“Well, goddamn it, let’s get across, then,” Jewel says. He moves the horse on.
“You wait,” Cash says. Jewel stops again.
“Well, by God—” he says. Cash looks at the water, then he looks back at Addie. “It ain’t on a balance,” he says.
“Then go on back to the goddamn bridge and walk across,” Jewel says. “You and Darl both. Let me on that wagon.”
Cash does not pay him any attention. “It ain’t on a balance,” he says. “Yes, sir. We got to watch it.”