The journey to Sydney was long and tedious, as there was no railway communication within some hundreds of miles, and then it was hardly safe to train a valuable horse.
Jim Dennis had, however, overcome far greater difficulties than the sending of a horse to Sydney. His never-failing counsellor, Dr Tom, was consulted, and expressed his opinion that the thing was feasible and that Grey Bird would have a chance in the Sydney Cup.
'Try it, Jim. Try it,' he said. 'There's nothing like self-confidence, and I am sure none of the southern jockeys can give Willie much. He's the cleverest lad I ever saw on a horse. By Jove, how he snatched that Barragong Handicap out of the fire on Dart! It was a better race than the memorable one he rode on Neptune.'
'I think I'll try it. We can all go down to Sydney together with the horse. You will go with us?' said Jim.
Dr Tom looked gloomy. As usual, funds were low, and he did not think he could stand the expense.
'Of course you will go as my guest,' continued Jim. 'I want your company, and your skill would come in useful in case of accident.'
Dr Tom smiled as he replied, 'Generous as ever, old man. You know where the shoe pinches. I will accept your offer because I know it is made with a good heart.'
'I am not afraid to leave the stations now Dalton's gang are out of the way. What a curse they were!'
'No mistake about that. It was a fight! I'm itching for another.'
'There will be no chance for a nest of thieves round here with such a man as Sergeant Doonan about.'