Gerard came round to see Glen Leigh. Jerry Makeshift, and Tom Roslyn were with him.
"How's your horse?" Tom asked Bellshaw.
"Lame," snapped the owner of Barellan, who objected to being questioned by the representative of "Racing Life" or any other journalist.
"I'm quite aware of that, but as I presume you have seen him since your arrival, I thought perhaps you could give me some later information to wire to Sydney. There will be considerable excitement over the mishap," said Tom in his most placid manner, at the same time wishing Bellshaw at the uttermost part of the earth.
"You know as much as I do," returned Bellshaw. "If he doesn't pull round by Monday he'll be struck out."
Glen Leigh looked at him with contempt. He knew Bellshaw would not be so anxious about the sweep money if Barellan were dead lame, a hopeless case.
"That won't be the reason he's struck out," said Glen and they all looked at him questioningly.
Bellshaw turned on him in a rage.
"It's a lie. It will be because he's lame if he's struck out."
Glen laughed.