Come on." No sooner said than done.

They set their horses in motion, and went at a steady trot for a mile or so, crossing the valley at right angles, over a sharp rise and down a small hill, till Hugh again pulled up.
"There's Red Mick's homestead," he said, pointing to a speck far away down a gully.

"The sheep will come up the creek, because it is the smoothest track.

Now, we must tie our horses up here, sneak down the creek bed, and get as near the house as we can." They tied their horses up in a clump of trees, and made the rest of the journey on foot, hurrying silently for half a mile down the bed of the creek, hidden by its steep banks.

Here and there, to escape observation, they had to walk in the water, and Hugh, looking round, saw his companion wading after him, with face firm-set and eyes ablaze.