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It was Saturday. At 2.30 the Kangaroos were coming to drag the pond. Danny had got up at 6.30 and was at the scene of yesterday's adventures by 7.30. The tracks were still clear, but there were no new ones.
All the morning he was on guard, now watching from his place of ambush behind the old wall; now exploring the mill for any possible clues.