The police magistrate was away on a month's leave, and the other magistrates would not be likely to attend before the end of the week, anyway.

So I must make myself comfortable where I was.
Comfortable! 'Had they caught Jim ?' 'Well, not that he'd heard of; but Goring said it was impossible for him to get away.

At twelve he'd bring me some dinner.' I was pretty certain they wouldn't catch Jim, in spite of Goring being so cocksure about it.

If he wasn't knocked off the first mile or so, he'd find ways of stopping or steadying his horse, and facing him up to where we had gone to join father at the tableland of the Nulla Mountain.
Once he got near there he could let go his horse.

They'd be following his track, while he made the best of his way on foot to the path that led to the Hollow.