journey been much farther, the fugitives would have been overtaken,
but when the leaders of the pursuing Blueskins were only a few yards
behind them, they reached the edge of the Fog Bank and without
hesitation plunged into its thick mist, which instantly hid them
from view.

The Blueskins fell back, horrified at the mad act of the strangers.
To them the Fog Bank was the most dreadful thing in existence, and
no Blueskin had ever ventured within it even for a moment.

"That's the end of those short-necked Yellowskins," said one,
shaking his head. "We may as well go back and report the matter to
the Boolooroo."






THROUGH THE FOG BANK

CHAPTER 12





It was rather moist in the Fog Bank. "Seems like a reg'lar drizzle,"
said Trot. "I'll be soaked through in a minute." She had been given
a costume of blue silk in exchange for her own dress, and the silk