All the storekeepers began to get up fresh goods, and to send money in notes and cheques to pay for them.

The price of stock kept dealers and fat cattle buyers moving, who had their pockets full of notes as often as not.
Just as you got nearly through Bargo Brush on the old road there was a stiffish hill that the coach passengers mostly walked up, to save the horses--fenced in, too, with a nearly new three-rail fence, all ironbark, and not the sort of thing that you could ride or drive over handy.

We thought this would be as good a place as we could pick, so we laid out the whole thing as careful as we could beforehand.
The three of us started out from the Hollow as soon as we could see in the morning; a Friday it was, I remember it pretty well--good reason I had, too.

Father and Warrigal went up the night before with the horses we were to ride.

They camped about twenty miles on the line we were going, at a place where there was good feed and water, but well out of the way and on a lonely road.