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The
boys
scattered
to
get
horses
,
and
the
stockmen
were
piling
out
of
the
jackaroo
barracks
,
while
Mrs.
Smith
unlocked
one
of
the
storehouses
and
doled
out
hessian
bags
by
the
dozen
.
The
smoke
was
in
the
west
and
the
wind
was
blowing
from
that
direction
,
which
meant
the
fire
would
be
heading
for
the
homestead
.
Fee
took
off
her
long
skirt
and
put
on
a
pair
of
Paddy
's
pants
,
then
ran
with
Meggie
for
the
stables
;
every
pair
of
hands
capable
of
holding
a
bag
would
be
needed
.
In
the
cookhouse
Mrs.
Smith
stoked
up
the
range
firebox
and
the
maids
began
bringing
down
huge
pots
from
their
ceiling
hooks
.
"
Just
as
well
we
killed
a
steer
yesterday
,
"
said
the
housekeeper
.
"
Minnie
,
here
's
the
key
to
the
liquor
storehouse
.
You
and
Cat
fetch
all
the
beer
and
rum
we
've
got
,
then
start
making
damper
bread
while
I
carry
on
with
the
stew
.
And
hurry
,
hurry
!
"
The
horses
,
unsettled
by
the
storm
,
had
smelled
smoke
and
were
hard
to
saddle
;
Fee
and
Meggie
backed
the
two
trampling
,
restive
thoroughbreds
outside
the
stable
into
the
yard
to
tackle
them
better
.
As
Meggie
wrestled
with
the
chestnut
mare
two
swaggies
came
pounding
down
the
track
from
the
Gilly
road
.
"
Fire
,
Missus
,
fire
!
Got
a
couple
of
spare
horses
?
Give
us
a
few
bags
.
"
"
Down
that
way
to
the
stockyards
.
Dear
God
,
I
hope
none
of
you
are
caught
out
there
!
"
said
Meggie
,
who
did
n't
know
where
her
father
was
.
The
two
men
grabbed
hessian
bags
and
water
bags
from
Mrs.
Smith
;
Bob
and
the
men
had
been
gone
five
minutes
.
The
two
swaggies
followed
,
and
last
to
leave
,
Fee
and
Meggie
rode
at
a
gallop
down
to
the
creek
,
across
it
and
away
toward
the
smoke
.
Behind
them
Tom
,
the
garden
rouseabout
,
finished
filling
the
big
water
truck
from
the
bore-drain
pump
,
then
started
the
engine
.
Not
that
any
amount
of
water
short
of
a
downpour
from
the
sky
would
help
put
out
a
fire
this
big
,
but
he
would
be
needed
to
keep
the
bags
damp
,
and
the
people
wielding
them
.
As
he
shoved
the
truck
down
into
bottom
gear
to
grind
up
the
far
creek
bank
he
looked
back
for
a
moment
at
the
empty
head
stockman
's
house
,
the
two
vacant
houses
beyond
it
;
there
was
the
homestead
's
soft
underbelly
,
the
only
place
where
flammable
things
came
close
enough
to
the
trees
on
the
far
side
of
the
creek
to
catch
.
Old
Tom
looked
westward
,
shook
his
head
in
sudden
decision
,
and
managed
to
get
the
truck
back
across
the
creek
and
up
the
near
bank
in
reverse
.
They
'd
never
stop
that
fire
out
in
the
paddocks
;
they
'd
return
.
On
top
of
the
gully
and
just
beside
the
head
stockman
's
house
,
in
which
he
had
been
camping
,
he
attached
the
hose
to
the
tank
and
began
saturating
the
building
,
then
passed
beyond
it
to
the
two
smaller
dwellings
,
hosed
them
down
.
This
was
where
he
could
help
the
most
;
keep
those
three
homes
so
wet
they
'd
never
catch
.
