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Soon afterwards Yarloo went off on the tracks of the horses, which he had had the forethought to hobble before letting them go the previous afternoon, and when Stobart was quite sure that everybody was soundly sleeping, he went over to the packs, stuffed his pockets with tucker, and carried his own and Yarloo's saddles out of sight over the sand-hill.
Mick asked one of the boys. "What for you no bring um in?" "Him dead," was the answer. "Dead!" exclaimed the drover. "How dead?" "Him speared," explained Yarloo. "Which way? You show um me." The drover saddled his horse and went away with Yarloo, while the two white boys gave the other stockmen their breakfast, wondering what had taken Mick off in such a hurry.
Instead of a few separate clouds, a big solid bank was now spreading all over the horizon, and huge pillars of white were stretching out from the main mass, far up into the sky. Yarloo slept late, but when he woke up, he too stood and watched the rising clouds. He evidently did not like the look of things, for he shook his head, and, in reply to a question from Sax, replied: "Me no like it.
Sax and Vaughan at once saw their mistake and began to feel a little foolish because of the attitude they had tried to take up. Yarloo was evidently in grim earnest, for he repeated his former question: "S'pose me gib it quart-pot, you no drink um till to-morrow sunrise, eh?" "All right, Yarloo," agreed Sax.
And all this time the emaciated figure of Wuntoo lay out flat on the sand, lit weirdly by the leaping flames, his chest rising and falling with great effort, and his eyes rolling round with pain. In the middle of all this excitement Yarloo escaped.
Now, you boys, look alive," he shouted to the blacks who were crowding round Yarloo. "You can yabber all you want when we've rounded up that tribe of black cleanskins." The native stockmen laughed. Everybody was eager for the task.
"Boss, him no come back. P'raps him bin shoot, eh?" "Which way did he go?" asked Sax again. "It sounded quite close." "Me find um all right." "I vote we go too," said Vaughan. Yarloo looked at him for a moment in hesitation; then he pointed to the other blacks and said: "No two fella white man go. No leave um camp quite 'lone. See?" "He's right, Boof," said Sax. "You go with Yarloo.
Yarloo had hurried out from Sidcotinga Station, and was too exhausted to undertake the return trip immediately or they would have escaped that very night. They decided to wait for a day or two. In this they made a great mistake.
The blacks had certainly made a thorough work of their first slaughter, but surely they had not killed the two horses which had been let go since friendly relations were established. He looked so perplexed that the boy started to explain. "Nantu killed aller same cattle," he said. "Yes, but what about Billy and Ginger?" asked the white man. "Dead," said Yarloo emphatically. "Me bin see um." "How?
Mick raised his rifle, but Yarloo leaped in front of it. A shot at this time would warn the camp and spoil any chance of success. It was more important to rescue Stobart than to settle a private quarrel. Coiloo cast a look of deadly hatred towards Mick. He longed to hurl one of these slender spears of his at his enemy, and bury the poisonous head deep in the white man's heart.
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