Harry moaned and rolled around a lot and, although Jack catnapped, concerns for his friend close by on the swag consumed him, making sleep almost impossible. Sometime just before dawn Jack realised that Harry was still and not groaning as before so he crawled over to listen. Relieved to know he was breathing deeply he went to the fire and stirred it into flames. Pouring the last of the water into the billy he placed it on the coals when the flames subsided. He sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the water to boil, wondering if the decision to come out this far was a wise one realising there was no professional medical help within miles. He doubted that Warri or Reynold would return to Mt Margaret so they could get Harry help in Laverton and the prospect of travelling back without them with Harry so sick alarmed him. Warri and Reynold joined him at the fire as the sun crept toward the day, light wispy clouds resembling reddish pink brush strokes on the pale morning sky.
