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Harry Heathcote of Gangoil by Anthony Trollope
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had selected as the site of his bivouac for the night.

"It won't be very cheery, Bender," he said to the German; "but we
shall have to make a night of it till they disturb us again."

The German made a motion with his arms intended to signify his utter
indifference. One place was the same as another to him. Jacko uttered
his usual ejaculation, and then, having hitched his horse to the
fence, threw himself on his back upon the grass.

No doubt they all slept, but they slept as watchers sleep, with one
eye open. It was Harry who first saw the light which a few minutes
later made itself visible to the ladies at the home station. "Karl,"
he exclaimed, jumping up, "they're at it again--look there."

In less than half a minute, and without speaking another word, they
were all on their horses and riding in the direction of the light. It
came from a part of the Boolabong run somewhat nearer to the river
than the place at which they had stationed themselves, where the
strip of ground between Harry's fence and the acknowledged boundary
of Brownbie's run was the narrowest. As they approached the fire,
they became aware that it had been lighted on Boolabong. On this
occasion Harry did not ride on up to the flames, knowing that the use
or loss of a few minutes might save or destroy his property. He
hardly spoke a word as he proceeded on his business, feeling that
they upon whom he had to depend were sufficiently instructed, if only
they would be sufficiently energetic.

"Keep it well under, but let it run," was all he said, as, lighting a
dried bush with a match, he ran the fire along the ground in front of
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