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Russell Foley tried to get to his feet, and called to Sam. “Sam, give me a hand here.”
Sam hurried across to where Foley struggled to rise. “Stay there, Russ. You don’t need to get up. Just rest.”
“I need to walk around a bit,” Foley insisted. “My arse is numb. Help me up.” He reached out, and Sam gripped his outstretched hand. “The bleeding has stopped. That gunk Francis slopped all over me seems to have worked.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Sam said, pulling Foley to his feet. “It’s bush medicine, mate… better than anything you will get at the local pharmacy.”
“Hold my arm and support me while I walk around a bit,” Foley said.
Sarah stepped across, and stood on the other side of Foley. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Russell?”
“No, I’m not sure,” Foley answered. “But, I need
