They walked down the yard to Barellan's box.
"Bring him out," said Bellshaw.
Hadwin called the head lad and the horse was led out. He limped slightly. His near fore-leg was swollen.
"It doesn't look hopeless," said Bellshaw.
"It isn't. He'll be all right in a couple of days, and he's as fit as he can be. The rest will not do him any harm."
"I haven't seen Leigh yet," said Bellshaw.
"You'll have no difficulty in finding him."
"He'll have to come down handsomely over the sweep money."
"I don't think he will. I shouldn't be surprised if he declines to lay you at all."
"He'll do it. If he doesn't I'll scratch Barellan."