Just beyond the boundary there lay Boolabong, and there were collected his enemies.

A fire that should have passed for a mile or so across the pastures outside and beyond his own farm would be altogether unextinguishable by the time that it had reached his paddock.

The Brownbies, as he knew well, would care nothing for burning a patch of their own grass.

Their stock, if they had any at the present moment, were much too few in number to be affected by such a loss.

The Brownbies had not a yard of fencing to be burned; and a fire, if once it got a hold on the edge of their run, would pass on away from them, right across Harry's pastures and Harry's fences.