"That's a bit difficult, but two fellows who ride like you can ought to find some sort of occupation. Start a buckjumping show. Give 'em a taste of your quality; that's the game; I've hit on a little gold mine. We can get horses, and it won't cost a deal to run it."
"You mean have a real genuine show of buckjumping, and riding, in Sydney, and other places?" Glen queried.
"Yes, that's the idea."
"How much would it cost to start it?"
"A few hundreds. I'll find the money."
"I must have a share in it, and we'll let Jim come in. He can take it out in hard work," said Glen smiling.
"I'm willing to do anything you wish," Jim declared.
"If I manage to make the necessary arrangements," said Bill, "you'll have to go and find the horses, the very worst buckers you can get. There must be no faking about it."
"There'll be none where I am concerned," replied Glen, "I'll pick up some rough 'uns, you may depend on that, I say, Bill, I believe you've hit on the right thing."
"I'm sure I have. You're the best rider I ever saw sit a horse," said Bill.