where you are?
Blind Man's Block--Blind Man's Block! Don't you forget it again, because
I shan't be here to remind you; a horse was what I wanted, and was
promised, so you're only keeping that poor devil's word for him. Give
him my blessing if you ever see him again; but you never will. They say
it's an easy place to die in, this here Blind Man's Block, but you'll
see for yourself. A nice little corpse we'll make, won't we? But we'll
die and rot the same, and the crows'll have our eyes for breakfast and
our innards for dinner! And do you good, you little white devil, you!"

Moya remained standing in the same attitude, with the same steady eye
and the same marble pallor, long after the monster disappeared, and the
last beat of the dapple-grey's hoofs was lost among the normal wilds of
the bush. Then all at once a great light leapt to her face. But it was
not at anything that she had heard or seen; it was at something which
had come to her very suddenly in the end. And for a long time after
that, though lost and alone in Blind Man's Block, and only too likely to
die the cruel death designed for her, Moya Bethune was a happier woman
than she had been for many an hour.

XIV

HIS OWN COIN

"Cooo-eee!"

It was a far cry and faint, so faint that Moya was slow to believe her
ears. She had not stirred from the scene of her late encounter, but this
inactivity was not without design. Moya was tired out already; she had
too much sense to waste her remaining strength upon the heat of the day.
She found the chewing of leaves avert the worst pangs of thirst, so long
as she remained in the shade, and there she determined to rest for the
present. Sooner or later she would be followed and found, and the fewer
her wanderings, the quicker and easier that blessed consummation. Her
plight was still perilous enough, and Moya did not blink this fact any
more than others. Yet another fact there was, of which she was finally
convinced, though she had yet to prove it; meanwhile the mere conviction
was her stay and comfort. She was gloating over it, a leaf between her
dry lips, and her aching body stretched within reach of more leaves,
when she thought she heard the coo-ee.

She sat up and listened. It came again. And this time Moya was sure.

She sprang to her feet, and, deliverance within hail, realised her
danger for the first time fully. Sunburnt hands put a trembling trumpet
to her lips, and out came a clearer call than had co