"I don't know. It depends on the sweep-money, I expect. Bellshaw's always insisted on having a cut out of the sweep with his horses."
"I suppose that is a regular thing," said Glen.
"Generally speaking it is, but he's greedy. He wants too much," Ivor answered.
Glen stayed to lunch, and they chatted about life in the West, and the trainer told him about the doings at Randwick and elsewhere, interesting him in some of the great horses and races he had seen.
"I shall have a good try to win that two hundred on Saturday night," said Ivor.
"If you stick on for ten minutes you'll deserve it," replied Glen. "I'll give you a bit of advice. If he throws you get out of the ring as quick as you can, or he'll be on top of you before you know where you are."
"He's not going to throw me," said the trainer confidently.
Glen smiled. He had no wish to dishearten him, but he knew there was little chance of his being successful.
On Saturday night the building was crammed, every seat being taken. The announcement that the well-known trainer, Ivor Hadwin, was going to ride The Savage, and try to win the two hundred pounds, caused much excitement.
There were some good bouts before the event of the evening took place, and when Ivor entered the ring he was loudly cheered. The trainer was pleased with his reception. He had not received much of the world's applause during his career.