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| Chapter Twenty-Nine |

| DEEP IN THE OUTBACK |

| Lifting their firesticks high over their heads, the Aborigines rushed over the strand, waving the flaming brands from bush to bush, tree to tree. With rapid steps they ran until the whole forest began to blaze to the sky, driving the terrified marsupials out onto waiting spears. |

| Out of control, the red torrent rushed over the plain. |

| The night had been miserable. Sasha had tossed and turned in her sleep, her cotton nightgown soaked clear through with sweat. At dusk, the winds had died down and not even a trace of a breeze blew through the opened windows and door the whole night through. |

| The morning sunshine, already scorching hot, was now spilling through the windows onto the bed, |

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