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sent a crowd of well over one hundred kangaroos from all the runs round 
about down towards them. 
It was arranged that the flying mob should run the gauntlet of the 
hidden guns, and if a kangaroo managed to get through the narrow 
avenue untouched it should remain unmolested for the rest of the day. 
No fewer than eleven of them got past those death-spitting weapons un- 
scathed, and bought immunity at that fearful price. One very flne 
animal came close to Mr, Wilkie’s hiding place, and paused to consider 
the best course to pursue. Her eyes were so troubled that she looked 
“Australia will be there.” 
almost human. The sportsman next him pushed his rifle into Mr. 
Wilkie’s hands. 
“You take it,” he said. “You ought to have a shot.” 
As the gun was levelled the distracted creature sat upright, and a 
fine joey thrust its head out of her pouch and looked about with evident 
interest in the stir and bustle. No wonder, then, that those magnificent 
eyes were humanised with pain! 
The weapon was lowered, and next minute was handed back to its 
owner. i 
