The German and Jacko worked like heroes, probably with intense enjoyment of the excitement, and, after a while, found a fourth figure among the flames, for Mickey had now returned.
"You saw them," Harry said, panting with his work.
"They's all right," said Mickey, flopping away with a great bough; "but that tarnation Chinese has gone off." "My word! Sing Sing.

Find him at Boolabong," said Jacko.
The German, whose gum-tree bough was a very big one, and whose every thought was intent on letting the fire run while he still held it in hand, had not breath for a syllable.
But the back fire was extending itself, so as to get round them.
Every now and then Harry extended his own line, moving always forward toward Gangoil as he did so, though he and his men were always on Brownbie's territory.

He had no doubt but that where he could succeed in destroying the grass for a breadth of forty or fifty yards he would starve out the inimical flames.

The trees and bushes without the herbage would not enable it to travel a yard.

Wherever the grass was burned down black to the soil, the fire would stop.