Most of them are shut up in their fold.' She saw that he was almost fully dressed.

With an effort she controlled her terror, and asked: 'You've not been asleep.' 'Oh! off and on.

I've been keeping my eye on Harris' room,' he pointed across the yard to the kitchen and store-building opposite--at the end of which Harris had installed himself--to the squat outline of the slab and back hide house.

'My ear, too,' he went on, 'for Harris' slumbers are neither silent nor peaceful.

When he's not snoring, he groans and stirs, and the worst of it is that he's got his door wide open on to the veranda and his bed right across the window that looks straight at the door of the hide house.