They picked up any good-looking nag or second-class racehorse that they fell across, and took them to a certain place.

There they met another lot of fellows, who took the horses from them and cleared out to another colony; at the same time they left the horses they had brought.
So each lot travelled different ways, and were sold in places where they were quite strange and no one was likely to claim them.
After a man had had a year or two at this kind of work, he was good, or rather bad, for anything.

These young chaps, like us, had done pretty well at these games, and one of them, falling in with Starlight, had proposed to him to put up a couple of hundred head of cattle on Outer Back Momberah, as the run was called; then father and he had seen that a thousand were as easy to get as a hundred.

Of course there was a risky feeling, but it wasn't such bad fun while it lasted.

We were out all day running in the cattle.