CHAPTER V

THE VALLEY IN THE HILLS SIX weeks later the little Singer came to rest on the top of a great hill, up which she had mounted steadily for half an hour, by a succession of zigzags and hair-pin bends. Wally switched off the engine. “That was a great pull!” he said. “And didn’t she take it like a bird? Suppose we get out and look at the world.” They walked to the edge of the hill and stood looking over the wide expanse below. They were far above the tossing tops of tall gum-trees, the young leaves of which showed crims…