As the first ray's of sunlight krept their faces over the mountains, Rea and Arannte stopped for a small break. Rea dismounted and walked Gwanthi to a nearby stream. Suddenly, Gwanthi's ears perked up, and she stopped drinking. Rea could tell something was wrong. She tied Gwanthi up, and walked along the sides of the stream. She suddenly heard a voice talking. She followed the voice, until it lead her to a small clearing. She noticed the same person she'd seen the night before.
"It is him!" She exclaimed to herself. Rea turrned and ran back to camp. Mystic was next to Arannte, who was sitting with her arms crossed, her knees tucked under her chin. She looked at Rea, and imediatly knew that she'd found something.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Jacob." Rea replied. Arannte's eyes widned, and her mouth dropped.
"Jacob Marshall?"
Rea nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. I recognized his voice and I got a good look at his face. Yes, it's him."
"But what is he doing here in England?"
"You're asking the wrong person. One thing's for sure: We don't want to run into him."
"You're telling me. He was furious the last time we saw him."
"I know. He didn't like two little girls butting onto his proporty and then getting him fined for steeling, and selling other peoples things. I wonder why he's here?"
"I'm not to sure we want to find out." Arannte said standing.
You can finish Kookaburra.
