Even Stevens was nine years old and his dog Bullet was six. Some people said that Bullet looked like a football sock that needed a bit of darning. They were both on holiday in the Flinders Rangers, with Mr Stevens and Mrs Stevens and gran and sister Di. Their car towed the caravan over the hills and along the rocky roads, and one day they decided to camp in the bed of a dry creek, under the shade of some big gum trees. They should have known better, but there was no one to warn them. Even Andy Kranz, the station hand who saw them camping there, didn’t think to tell them about the danger. It came the next day, when Even-Stevens was taking Bullet for walk and they both went chasing after a rabbit. the great big falsh flood came roaring down out of the hills, and the rest of the story tells what happened.