"He is. I've a good mind to rub it into him next week. He's a good figure to caricature," answered Jerry.
"Let him alone. Don't waste your talent on him," said Nick.
"I'd better turn my attention to you, and call it 'The Philanthropist'," suggested Jerry smiling.
Nick laughed. He knew to what Jerry alluded.
"I've issued a challenge," he said, "or rather I am about to do so; you can wire it to the 'Life' if you wish to."
"What is it, boxing?"
"No, something more exciting. I'll wager two thousand pounds no one can produce a horse that will throw Glen Leigh in a quarter of an hour. There are conditions of course; it must be a throw, no lying down, and rolling over him, and so on."
"By Jove, that's plucky," said Tom. "He thinks a lot of your riding, Leigh."
"I do. He's the best roughrider in Australia, and that's saying a lot," affirmed Nick.
"We'll draw up the conditions," said Tom, "and I'll forward them."