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"
I
ai
n't
feelin
'
special
enthusiastic
,
"
Bill
persisted
.
"
You
're
off
colour
,
that
's
what
's
the
matter
with
you
,
"
Henry
dogmatised
.
"
What
you
need
is
quinine
,
an
'
I
'm
goin
'
to
dose
you
up
stiff
as
soon
as
we
make
McGurry
.
"
Bill
grunted
his
disagreement
with
the
diagnosis
,
and
lapsed
into
silence
.
The
day
was
like
all
the
days
.
Light
came
at
nine
o'clock
.
At
twelve
o'clock
the
southern
horizon
was
warmed
by
the
unseen
sun
;
and
then
began
the
cold
grey
of
afternoon
that
would
merge
,
three
hours
later
,
into
night
.
It
was
just
after
the
sun
's
futile
effort
to
appear
,
that
Bill
slipped
the
rifle
from
under
the
sled-lashings
and
said
:
"
You
keep
right
on
,
Henry
,
I
'm
goin
'
to
see
what
I
can
see
.
"
"
You
'd
better
stick
by
the
sled
,
"
his
partner
protested
.
"
You
've
only
got
three
cartridges
,
an
'
there
's
no
tellin
'
what
might
happen
.
"
"
Who
's
croaking
now
?
"
Bill
demanded
triumphantly
.
Henry
made
no
reply
,
and
plodded
on
alone
,
though
often
he
cast
anxious
glances
back
into
the
grey
solitude
where
his
partner
had
disappeared
.
An
hour
later
,
taking
advantage
of
the
cut-offs
around
which
the
sled
had
to
go
,
Bill
arrived
.
"
They
're
scattered
an
'
rangin
'
along
wide
,
"
he
said
:
"
keeping
up
with
us
an
'
lookin
'
for
game
at
the
same
time
.
You
see
,
they
're
sure
of
us
,
only
they
know
they
've
got
to
wait
to
get
us
.
In
the
meantime
they
're
willin
'
to
pick
up
anything
eatable
that
comes
handy
.
"
"
You
mean
they
think
they
're
sure
of
us
,
"
Henry
objected
pointedly
.
