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We all pulled up at the side of the gully or dry creek, whatever it was, and jumped off our horses, leaving Warrigal to look after them, and ran down the rocky sides of it.
"Great God! " Starlight cries out, "what's that? " and he pointed to a small sloping bit of grass just underneath the bank. "Who are they? Can they be asleep?"