'Off you go,' he says, with his old voice.

'Next time I want either of you I'll send Warrigal for you.' And with that he walked off from the yard where we had been catching our horses, and never looked nigh us again.
We rode away to the low end of the gully, and then we led the horses up, foot by foot, and hard work it was--like climbing up the roof of a house.

We were almost done when we got to the tableland at the top.
We made our way to the yard, where there were the tracks of the cows all round about it, but nothing but the wild horses had ever been there since.
'What a scrubby hole it is!' said Jim; 'I wonder how in the world they ever found out the way to the Hollow ?' 'Some runaway Government men, I believe, so that half-caste chap told me, and a gin [*] showed 'em the track down, and where to get water and everything.

They lived on kangaroos at first.

Then, by degrees, they used to crawl out by moonlight and collar a horse or two or a few cattle.