Here, or yonder, some brighter flare showed where the fire had run at one clear leap right to the fronded top of a fern-tree. Fire-brands and dry-kye, caught up by the swirl, spiralled through the thick air and fell far in advance of the main fire-army, each outpost colonizing into swift destruction.
The man gathered brush and dry-kye and proceeded to make a fire, not far from the precipice, but well out of sight of the patriarch's grave. He fetched a generous heap of wood from the neighboring forest, and presently a snapping blaze flung its smoke-banner down the breeze.
"God knows how many there are. I might use up all our ammunition and still leave enough of 'em to pick our bones. They'll be all around us in a minute; they'll be worrying at us, dragging us down! Come on come on, the boat!" "Light a torch, Allan. They're afraid of fire." "Grand idea, little girl!" Even as he answered he was scrabbling up dry-kye. Came the rasp of his flint.