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Updated: May 9, 2025
Black teller belonging to that feller plenty COOLLA*. My been sneak camp. Me catch 'em Oola. Black feller look out, throw 'im tomahawk, NULLA-NULLA*. My word! big feller fight. Me YAN plenty quick. Oola YAN* plenty quick. Black feller come after throw 'im spear close up MUMKULL*. BA'AL* can pull out spear, Oola plenty cry. Oola joined in with the black's plaintive wail.
If the engineers had had to attack the enormous chain of the Kuen Lun, Nan Chan, Amie, Gangar Oola, which forms the frontier of Tibet, the obstacles would have been such that it would have taken a century to surmount them. But on a flat, sandy plain the railway could be rapidly pushed on up to Lan Tcheou, like a long Decauville of three thousand kilometres.
'There's one easy solution of the mystery that doesn't seem to have occurred to you, said McKeith. 'The gin Oola could easily have stolen the key they're cunning as the devil half-castes and as treacherous I know them I've had my own good reasons for not letting one of them inside the fence of my head-station. 'That may be I can only say what I know, and you can form your own opinion.
The key was in Oola's hand. 'BA-AL me tell, whispered Bridget. 'You go quick. She, too, bent her body and followed Oola, who sped like a hunted hare round the comer of the Old Humpey. Now she wriggled in the shadow of the yard railings. Now she crept stealthily past Harris' window and oh! DEBIL DEBIL be praised! the Police sergeant's stertorous snoring was clearly audible.
Oola sneaked back they've got the cunning of whites and blacks put together, those half-castes and no doubt she guessed there'd be a hue and cry directly the door was found open. So she locked it again and brought the key to her ladyship. McKeith seemed to force the last words from between his teeth. 'Well, that's quite simple, isn't it?
But she was able to reason to herself that Maule must somehow be informed of the escape. She did not think he could have got back yet to the spot where he had left her. Or he might come straight to his room and miss the key and his watch. In any case, these must be restored to the place from which Oola had taken them.
She dropped flat on the earth, her cloak drawn lightly between her knees, and wriggled snake-like, as Oola had done past Harris' windows, then pushed herself on hands and knees along the ground, squeezing her body against the palings of the yard, till she reached the Old Humpey on the opposite side. Once round that corner, she got on to her feet, feeling sick and giddy but intensely relieved.
Seeing her condition, he took her up in his arms, and carried her along the veranda towards her own room. The clasp of his arms, the warmth of his body, even through his wet clothing helped her to steady herself. She continued to tell him of the great achievement. 'Wombo has escaped I saw Oola taking the key out of your room. Harris was asleep snoring.
She leaned against the gum tree which had protected Oola, and now realised that it had been raining in a driving gust and that she was wet to the skin. The bleating of a kid, which had been left under the house and had found its way into the yard, startled her anew. She thought that she heard sounds in the wing near the hide-house steps on the veranda. Was Harris stirring?
They've GOT to go. He turned fiercely on Wombo, who stood sullen and defiant again, and from him to Oola, who crouched in the dust, sobbing pitifully and rubbing her damaged arm. 'Stop that! YAN do you hear? The whip lashed out again. It stung Wombo's bare leg, and flicked Oola's petticoat. The two ran screaming lustily towards the rocks and scrubby country at the head of the gully.
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