It was too late to push on to Tunumburra.

He proposed to lock up his prisoner at Moongarr for the night.

Could he have the hide-house?
Not long before, the Police Inspector had locked up a horse stealer, whom he had in charge, in the hide-house for a few hours while he took a meal.
To Bridget it seemed an irony that Wombo should be imprisoned in the very room he had so lately shared with his stolen gin.
She was quivering with indignant pity at sight of the sores on the black boy's legs made by the raw hide thongs, and Oola, who had crept up the off side of the black-boy's horse, was wailing anew.

Maule checked with a look the angry protest on Lady Bridget's lip and answered the Police Sergeant in her stead.
'Why, certainly.

I'm sure her Ladyship won't object.