"He did, but he only lent it me. It's since I bought it we quarrelled."
"Serious?"
"Rather, but we've agreed to drop it. Still, we're not on good terms."
"Then I'd better go and see him alone," said Glen.
Garry hesitated. There was no telling how Bellshaw might act, as Glen ought to have sent in his notice to him before he left the fence. He knew, however, that Glen Leigh was capable of taking care of himself, and that he was more than a match for the squatter.
"Perhaps you had," he agreed. "I can tell you where the best horses for your purpose are to be found. I never saw such beasts, regular savages, half wild, unbroken, not even handled, and some of them six years old. They're most of 'em by old Tear'em, as they call him. Perhaps you've heard of him?"
"I've heard the name, but nothing much about him except that he's a savage."
"So he is, and so are all his lot. Tear'em has accounted for more than one man's life," said Garry.
"Why doesn't Bellshaw shoot him?"
"That's more than I can tell. It strikes me he rather likes the horse. It suits his temperament."