Ann's Great Adventure. E. E. Cowper.
The Golden Magnet. G. Manville Fenn.
Every Inch a Briton. Meredith Fletcher.
'Twixt Earth and Sky. C. R. Kenyon.
In the Musgrave Ranges. Jim Bushman.
No Ordinary Girl. Bessie Marchant.
Norah to the Rescue. Bessie Marchant.
What Happened to Kitty. Theodora Wilson Wilson.
Contents
| CHAP. | |
| I. | [A TORNADO] |
| II. | [CAMELS] |
| III. | [A MESSAGE FROM THE UNKNOWN] |
| IV. | [WILD CATTLE] |
| V. | [RIDING TESTS] |
| VI. | [SMOKE SIGNALS] |
| VII. | [STEALTHY FOES] |
| VIII. | [FIRST SIGHT OF THE MUSGRAVES] |
| IX. | [DISASTER] |
| X. | [A SANDSTORM] |
| XI. | [THIRST] |
| XII. | [THE RESCUE] |
| XIII. | [SIDCOTINGA STATION] |
| XIV. | [A MAD BULL] |
| XV. | [A NIGHT ALARM] |
| XVI. | [MUSTERING] |
| XVII. | [THE BRANDED WARRAGUL] |
| XVIII. | [REVENGE] |
| XIX. | [CHIVALRY IN THE DESERT] |
| XX. | [THE BULL-ROARER] |
| XXI. | [HORSESHOE BEND] |
| XXII. | [FACING DEATH] |
| XXIII. | [A FRIEND AND A FOE] |
| XXIV. | [A PRISONER] |
| XXV. | [THE OUTPOST OF DEATH] |
| XXVI. | [ARRKROO, THE HATER] |
| XXVII. | [THE DANCE OF DEATH] |
| XXVIII. | [CONCLUSION] |
IN THE MUSGRAVE RANGES
CHAPTER I
A Tornado
Towards the end of a long hot day, a shabby mixed train stopped at one of the most wonderful townships in the world, Hergott Springs, the first of the great cattle-trucking depots of Central Australia. It was dark, but a hurricane lantern, swung under a veranda, showed that the men who were waiting for the train were not ordinary men. They were men of the desert. Most of them were tall, thin, weather-beaten Australians, in shirt sleeves and strong trousers worn smooth inside the leg with much riding. A few Afghans were there too, big, dignified, and silent, with white turbans above their black faces; while a little distance away was a crowd of aboriginal men and women, yabbering excitedly and laughing together because the fortnightly train had at last come in. The same crowd would watch it start out in the morning on the last stage of its long journey to Oodnadatta, the railway terminus and the metropolis of Central Australia.
There were very few passengers on the train, and all of them seemed known to everybody and were greeted with hearty handshakes and loud rough words of welcome back to the North. Two passengers, however, did not get out of the carriage for a time, being unwilling to face that crowd of absolute strangers. They were Saxon Stobart and Rodger Vaughan, boys of about fifteen, who were on their way to Oodnadatta. It was their first sight of the back country.
Presently a big man with only one eye climbed back into the carriage where they were sitting. "Here, don't you lads want a feed?" he asked. "You won't get it here, you know."