Once round that corner, she got on to her feet, feeling sick and giddy but intensely relieved.

She leaned against the gum tree which had protected Oola, and now realised that it had been raining in a driving gust and that she was wet to the skin.
The bleating of a kid, which had been left under the house and had found its way into the yard, startled her anew.

She thought that she heard sounds in the wing near the hide-house--steps on the veranda.

Was Harris stirring?
Had he discovered the flight of his prisoner?
She waited again till all was quiet.

By this time, there was a watery radiance just overhead.