"You handled him splendidly," said Barry approvingly.
"He's a good horse," said Jack, "but, as you say, he has a very bad temper. It will take more than I have given him to cure him; but I could tame him in time. Where did you say he came from?"
"Sydney. Joel Kenley bought him for me."
"Joel Kenley!" exclaimed Jack. "That's very strange; his brother trained Topsy Turvy, the last horse I rode before I left England. I am going to look him up if ever I get as far as Sydney."
"You'll find Joel a decent sort, and well up in his business," said Barry.
Jack enjoyed the change thoroughly, and went back with Barry, eager to hear what he had to propose about racing.
Barry Tuxford was not long in coming to the point.
"There is not much to be won here," he said, "and after our meeting next month I thought of taking a trip to Sydney. Will you go with me?"
"With pleasure," replied Jack. "It is just what I should like."
"Harry Marton can go back with the pearling fleet, and you can have a share of the plunder. By the time we have finished our jaunt, Silas may have captured the black pearl for you."