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All
down
the
faint
line
he
could
hear
gasps
from
the
listeners
,
and
grinned
in
spite
of
himself
.
One
could
n't
yell
into
the
phone
that
everybody
must
get
off
the
line
--
it
was
the
sole
entertainment
of
a
mass
nature
Gilly
had
to
offer
its
contact-hungry
citizens
--
but
if
they
would
only
get
off
the
line
His
Grace
might
stand
a
better
chance
of
hearing
.
"
With
your
permission
,
Your
Grace
,
I
'll
remain
to
conduct
the
funerals
and
make
sure
the
widow
and
her
surviving
children
are
all
right
...
Yes
,
your
Grace
,
thank
you
.
I
'll
return
to
Sydney
as
soon
as
I
can
.
"
Switch
was
listening
,
too
;
he
clicked
the
lever
and
spoke
again
immediately
.
"
Doreen
,
put
me
back
to
Bugela
,
please
.
"
He
talked
to
Martin
King
for
a
few
minutes
,
and
decided
since
it
was
August
and
winter-cold
to
delay
the
funerals
until
the
day
after
this
coming
day
.
Many
people
would
want
to
attend
in
spite
of
the
mud
and
be
prepared
to
ride
to
get
there
,
but
it
was
slow
and
arduous
work
.
Meggie
came
back
with
the
horse
liniment
,
but
made
no
offer
to
rub
it
on
,
just
handed
him
the
bottle
silently
.
She
informed
him
abruptly
that
Mrs.
Smith
was
laying
him
a
hot
supper
in
the
small
dining
room
in
an
hour
,
so
he
would
have
time
to
bathe
.
He
was
uncomfortably
aware
that
in
some
way
Meggie
thought
he
had
failed
her
,
but
he
did
n't
know
why
she
should
think
so
,
or
on
what
basis
she
had
judged
him
.
She
knew
what
he
was
;
why
was
she
angry
?
*
*
*
In
grey
dawnlight
the
little
cavalcade
escorting
the
bodies
reached
the
creek
,
and
stopped
.
Though
the
water
was
still
contained
within
its
banks
,
the
Gillan
had
become
a
river
in
full
spate
,
running
fast
and
thirty
feet
deep
.
Father
Ralph
swam
his
chestnut
mare
across
to
meet
them
,
stole
around
his
neck
and
the
instruments
of
his
calling
in
a
saddlebag
.
While
Fee
,
Bob
,
Jack
,
Hughie
and
Tom
stood
around
,
he
stripped
the
canvas
off
the
bodies
and
prepared
to
anoint
them
.
After
Mary
Carson
nothing
could
sicken
him
;
yet
he
found
nothing
repugnant
about
Paddy
and
Stu
.
They
were
both
black
after
their
fashion
,
Paddy
from
the
fire
and
Stu
from
suffocation
,
but
the
priest
kissed
them
with
love
and
respect
.
For
fifteen
miles
the
rough
sheet
of
iron
had
jarred
and
bounced
over
the
ground
behind
the
team
of
draft
horses
,
scarring
the
mud
with
deep
gouges
which
would
still
be
visible
years
later
,
even
in
the
grass
of
other
seasons
.
But
it
seemed
they
could
go
no
farther
;
the
swirling
creek
would
keep
them
on
its
far
side
,
with
Drogheda
only
a
mile
away
.
They
stood
staring
at
the
tops
of
the
ghost
gums
,
clearly
visible
even
in
the
rain
.
"
I
have
an
idea
,
"
said
Bob
,
turning
to
Father
Ralph
.
"
Father
,
you
're
the
only
one
on
a
fresh
horse
;
it
will
have
to
be
you
.
Ours
will
only
swim
the
creek
once
--
they
've
got
no
more
in
them
after
the
mud
and
the
cold
.
Go
back
and
find
some
empty
forty-four-gallon
drums
,
and
seal
their
lids
shut
so
they
ca
n't
possibly
leak
or
slip
off
.
Solder
them
if
necessary
.
We
'll
need
twelve
of
them
,
ten
if
you
ca
n't
find
more
.
Tie
them
together
and
bring
them
back
across
the
creek
.
We
'll
lash
them
under
the
iron
and
float
it
across
like
a
barge
.
"
Father
Ralph
did
as
he
was
told
without
question
;
it
was
a
better
idea
than
any
he
had
to
offer
.
Dominic
O'Rourke
of
Dibban-Dibban
had
ridden
in
with
two
of
his
sons
;
he
was
a
neighbor
and
not
far
away
as
distances
went
.
When
Father
Ralph
explained
what
had
to
be
done
they
set
about
it
quickly
,
scouring
the
sheds
for
empty
drums
,
tipping
chaff
and
oats
out
of
drums
empty
of
petrol
but
in
use
for
storage
,
searching
for
lids
,
soldering
the
lids
to
the
drums
if
they
were
rust-free
and
looked
likely
to
withstand
the
battering
they
would
get
in
the
water
.
The
rain
was
still
falling
,
falling
.
It
would
n't
stop
for
another
two
days
.
