There had been an old sheep station there and a hut, but the old man had been murdered by the hut-keeper for some money he had saved, and a story got up that it was haunted by his ghost.
It was known as the 'Murdering Hut', and no shepherd would ever live there after, so it was deserted.

We weren't afraid of shepherds alive or dead, so it came in handy for us, as there was water and feed in an old lambing paddock.

Besides, the road to it was nearly all a lot of rock and scrub from the Hollow, that made it an unlikely place to be tracked from.
Our dodge was to take three quiet horses from the Hollow and ride them there, first thing; then pick up our own three--Rainbow and two other out-and-outers--and ride bang across the southern road.

When things were over we were to start straight back to the Hollow.

We reckoned to be safe there before the police had time to know which way we'd made.
It all fitted in first-rate.