"That settles it," said Jerry.
CHAPTER XXII
SWEEP MONEY
After the Caulfield Cup, Hadwin took the horses to Flemington, where they were boxed at the top of the hill, at the Racecourse Hotel, where many good horses have had their quarters.
Thither Bellshaw went, when he had been to Scott's, and cleansed himself from the grime that accumulated coming from Albury to Melbourne. He was not popular at the hotel. His generosity was of the miserly kind, and everybody knew it. Still he was the owner of Barellan, the sensational horse of the hour, and people wondered if it would be a case of another Assassin, who was reported lame, and won easily.
The head waiter said, "It's just up to Bellshaw to plant a lame 'un on us, and then for the horse to come up smiling and win."
When Bellshaw arrived at the Racecourse Hotel he at once saw Hadwin, and there was a stormy scene.
"I told you he'd break down if you gave him such strong work," said Bellshaw.
"He hasn't broken down," retorted the trainer.