"As a horse, yes, but whether he will beat him in the Sydney Cup remains to be seen."
"Which shall you back?"
"I have no money to back horses with," said Bricky.
"You had plenty at one time."
"I had and did it on like a fool. I daresay you had some of it."
Abe Moss laughed, he thought this probable, as he had an interest in one or two books and had often played cards and billiards with Bricky.
Jack Redland went into Tattersalls' Club frequently, and was very popular with the members. They recognised him as a good sportsman and readily acknowledged he was a cut above the general run of racing men. Considerable interest was manifested as to which horse out of Kenley's stable he would back, and when he accepted several big wagers about Black Boy at a thousand to thirty there was a disposition to follow his lead. As a natural consequence, Lucky Boy dropped in the quotations, but when Jack snapped up a tempting offer at the extended odds he speedily recovered. There was nothing sensational about these transactions, and when one or two questions were asked he merely replied that he was backing Lucky Boy for Barry Tuxford, and Black Boy for himself.
"We may divide the spoil if either horse wins," he added, laughing.
This was feasible enough, the horses were in different ownerships, and would therefore run independently, but for all this there was an air of uncertainty about it.
If Lucky Boy was the better horse, why had Barry Tuxford cleared out instead of remaining to see his colours carried to victory. It must be very important business to take him away at such a time.