"That's awfully good of you," said the repentant Jerry. "It means a lot to me. I'll not go back on you, Nick, I promise you, and you shall have some good stuff to amuse you next week."
"That's right, old boy. Buck up. Here's the cash. Have you heard the latest?"
"I haven't been out for days."
"Barellan's lame; Nicholl told me this morning. I've just met Bellshaw. He's in a towering rage, cursing everybody, and everything. He can handle some language when he likes. He's a heavyweight at it," said Nick.
"Bellshaw's a beast," replied Jerry. "I'm not sorry for him, but I am for Leigh and Hadwin."
"So am I, and I told him so," said Nick.
"What'll happen?" asked Jerry.
"I suppose he'll scratch him if there's no chance of getting him to the post."
"Lame horses have gone to the post and won a Melbourne Cup," said Jerry.
"I'd sooner have one with four legs sound."