The horses couldn't see where to put their feet." Jacko did as he was bid, and worked hard, but still grumbled at having been called a duffer.

The animals were quickly led over, the logs were replaced, and the two were again galloping through the forest.
"I thought you were making for the wool-shed," said Jacko.
"We're eight miles beyond the wool-shed," said Harry.

They had now crossed another paddock, and had come to the extreme fence on the run.

The Gangoil pastures extended much further, but in that direction had not as yet been inclosed.

Here they both got off their horses and walked along the fence till they came to an opening, with a slip panel, or movable bars, which had been Heathcote's intended destination.