There he was at home.

They rode and rode, but Warrigal was gone like a rock wallaby.

It was a good while before he was as near the gaol again.
All this time I'd been wondering how it was they came to drop on our names so pat, and to find out that Jim and I had a share in the Momberah cattle racket.

All they could have known was that we left the back of Boree at a certain day; and that was nothing, seeing that for all they knew we might have gone away to new country or anywhere.

The more I looked at it the more I felt sure that some one had given to the police information about us--somebody who was in it and knew all about everything.