CHAPTER XI

THE BATTLE UNDER THE STARS This is the homestead—the still lagoon Kisses the foot of the garden fence, Shimmering under a silver moon In a midnight silence, cold and tense. —_W. H. Ogilvie._ SARAH, the housemaid, was at the big bell of the station, ringing it wildly. Long after every man and woman on Billabong was awake and busy, Sarah continued to ring. She said afterwards that it seemed to ease her! A flying fragm…