Actually, they all came rushing out of the little log hut. When they saw Dizzy and Clare standing there, with guns in their hands, they looked a little taken aback, to say the least of it.
"Where did you get those guns?" Rod demanded.
Dizzy gestured rather helplessly towards Rupert and the pony. "In the saddle-bags," she said. "All covered in mealie-meal."
From NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER ALL, Chapter 12, Mealie-Meal.
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