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They went into the homestead.
Naringa, scalded and blinded, had groped his way out from the verandah and had departed, taking with him the dead body of the black who had been shot in the act of climbing through the window. The brothers surveyed the scene in the kitchen with astonishment--the smashed window panes, and splintered shutters, the door into the passage still barricaded by the heavy dresser, the cauldron on the log fire and the empty iron bucket standing beside it. Moira told them rapidly what she had done.