David Linton found her hand looking for his in the dusk, and gripped it tightly.
“Very good mates, I think,” he said. “Well—if you’ve all agreed, I’m not likely to want to hunt you into exile. Only remember, it will not be quite like home—tents are a poor substitute.”
“But—it’s Billabong!” said Norah, happily.
THE END
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