"I have spoken," said Mooregoo. "I never lend my rugs."
Barloo said no more, but went away, cut some bark and made a dardurr
for himself. When it was finished and he safely housed in it, down came
the rain in torrents. And it rained without ceasing until the whole
country was flooded. Mooregoo was drowned. His weapons floated about
and drifted apart, and his rugs rotted in the water.