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.
'Plenty me sick, Boss--close up TUMBLEDOWN' (die), she wailed.
'Stop that! YAN--do you hear?
YAN--YAN--BURRI--BURRI--' (go quickly).
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.
Lady Bridget uttered a shuddering exclamation and made an impetuous movement with arms partly outstretched as if to follow the pair.

Then her arms dropped and she stood stock still.
There was a dead silence.

In all the relations of husband and wife, never had there been a moment more crucial as affecting their ultimate future.