and on even to the country of the short-armed people if so we choose."
The next morning ere Gougourgahgah had ceased his laughter, Weedah had started.
Some hours later, in the Gidya scrub, the Bullai Bullai sisters joined him.
Having crossed the big plain they threw back a firestick, where the grass was thick and dry. The fire sped quickly through it, crackling and throwing up tongues of flame.
Through another scrub went the three, then across another plain, through another scrub and on to a plain again.
The day was hot; Yhi the sun was high in the sky. They became thirsty, but saw no water, and had brought none in their haste.
"We want water," the Bullai Bullai cried.
"Why did you not bring some?" said Weedah.
"We thought you had plenty, or would travel as the creeks run, or at least know of a goolahgool, or water-holding tree."
"We shall soon reach water. Look even now ahead, there is water."
The Bullai Bullai looked eagerly towards where he pointed, and there in truth, on the far side of the plain, they saw a sheet of water. They quickened their steps, but the further they went, the further off seemed the water, but on they went ever hoping to reach it. Across the plain they went, only to find on the other side a belt of timber, the water had gone.
The weary girls would have lain down, but Weedah said that they would surely reach water on the other side
