"If he thinks I don't mean what I said he's mistaken," he muttered. "I'll scratch him right enough. He can't have a very big chance. He limped a bit this morning. He'll have to run in bandages if he starts; that doesn't look very well for a Cup horse. I'm not going to give him all the spoil—not me."
It was ten o'clock and still no word from Glen Leigh. Bellshaw thought he would come round after the show, but he did not.
"I'll wait until Sunday night," thought Bellshaw. "I can go round on Monday morning and scratch him."
Ivor Hadwin went to the show on Saturday night and saw Glen Leigh. He was very anxious about what Bellshaw would do over Barellan, and tried his utmost to persuade Glen to see him about it.
"He'll not scratch him," said Glen. "He dare not."
"You don't know him. He'd do it just to spite you."
"Then he's a fool to throw away a chance of winning the Melbourne Cup out of sheer spite."
"Will you call on him to-morrow morning?" asked the trainer.
"What's the good? There'll only be a scene," replied Glen.
"Think of me, Leigh, the anxiety I've had over the horse for weeks, all the trouble, and now the job of getting him to the post after his lameness. It's heartbreaking," said Hadwin.