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FOR a short while longer, Red O'Shaughnessy remained where he was, vainly puzzling his brain to realise just exactly where that might be. All the bush about him was silent in the hushed stillness of a summer afternoon, and only those little noises that go on in it without ceasing, day and night, came to his straining ears. He had not a notion of even the direction of the creek he had left only a few minutes before, and could not imagine where Captain Axthorpe and the rest of the party were. Then, with startling clearness, he heard another agonised cry for help. It was Mr. Aylmer's voice, unmistakably, and the note of pain in it roused him to fresh exertion.
"Oh, for God's sake, help! Captain Axthorpe--Mr. Commandant--hurry! The devils are torturing me. Ah--ah--h--h!"