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 Odds On 
 
 The Flyer 
 
 A Cast Off 
 
 The Roarer 
 
 The Smasher 
 
 Racing Rivals 
 
 *A Great Coup 
 
 One ot a Mob 
 
 Lost and Won 
 
 The Head Lad 
 
 The Silver Star 
 
 Never in Doubt 
 
 A Straight Goer 
 
 A Bird in Hand 
 
 The Top Weight 
 
 The White Arab 
 
 The Buckjumpcr 
 
 The Lottery Colt 
 
 The Lucky Shoe 
 
 The Dapple Grey 
 
 Whirlwind's Year 
 
 Won on the Post 
 
 Fast as the Wind 
 
 At Starting Price 
 
 The Stolen Racer 
 
 The Steeplechaser 
 
 The Lady Trainer 
 
 A Stroke of Luck 
 
 A Northern Crack 
 
 A Bit ot a Rogue 
 
 Left in the Lurch 
 
 Queen of the Turf 
 
 The Little Wonder 
 
 The Sweep Winner 
 
 Good at the Game 
 
 The Selling Plater 
 
 A Race for a Wife 
 
 A Reckless Owner 
 
 A Turf Conspiracy 
 
 Charger and Chaser 
 
 A Sporting Squatter 
 
 *A Gamble for Love 
 
 *A Fortune at Stake 
 
 The Phantom Horse 
 
 A Member of Tatt's 
 
 The Rider in Khaki 
 
 Breaking the Record 
 
 The King's Favourite 
 
 A Chestnut Champion 
 
 The Jockey's Revenge 
 
 The Trainer's Treasure 
 
 The Pet of the Public 
 
 The Pick of the Stable 
 
 The Best of the Season 
 
 The Wizard of the Turl 
 
 A Hundred to One Chance 
 
 t*The Chance of a Lifetime 
 
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 CAPTAIN HERBERT R. GOULD, M.C., R.A.F. 
 
 FLIGHT COMMANDER, 18 TH SQUADRON 
 Killed in Action on the Western Front, August, 1918
 
 Contents 
 
 Chapter 
 
 1. THE GLITTERING WIRE - - 
 
 II IN THE HUT - - - - 
 
 III. A STRANGE SITUATION 
 
 IV. " IT'S FOR A WOMAN " - - 
 V. WHY JIM CAME TO THE HUT - 
 
 VI. " COME " 
 
 VII. THE FACE IN THE WATER - - 
 
 VIII. WAYS AND MEANS - - - 
 
 IX. THE CHINAMAN'S SHOP 
 
 X. THE ACCUSATION 
 
 XI. JERRY, JOURNALIST - - - 
 
 XII. IN SEARCH OF HORSES - 
 
 XIII. LEIGH HEARS STRANGE THINGS - 
 
 XIV. "A MAGNIFICENT BRUTE"- - 
 XV. THE BIG SHOW - 
 
 XVI. MRS. PREVOST - - - - 
 
 XVII. JEALOUSY - 
 
 XVIII. A QUESTION OF JOCKEYS - - 
 
 XIX. MRS. PREVOST'S DILEMMA - - 
 
 XX. THE DRAWER OF BARELLAN 
 
 XXL LAME 
 
 XXII. SWEEP MONEY - - - - 
 
 XXIII. BEATEN ----- 
 
 XXIV. AT FLEMINGTON 
 
 XXV. HE LOOKED AT HIS TICKET 
 
 XXVI. BARELLAN FALLS BACK - - 
 
 XXVII. WHAT A FINISH ! 
 
 XVIII. A TERRIBLE SAVAGE - - - 
 
 XXIX. MAN AND HORSE LAY SIDE BY SIDE 
 
 XXX. THE SWEEP WINNER'S HOME 
 
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 SOME APPRECIATIONS OF MR. NAT GOULD 
 
 Among all lovers of sport the name of Nat Gould has become a house- 
 hold word. As sportsman, journalist, and globe-trotter, few men 
 have gone through more varied experiences, and still fewer have used 
 their experience to such excellent purpose. Since Whyte Melville 
 and the immortal " Jorrocks " no writer has depicted with so spirited 
 a pen the romance of a racecourse, the surprises of the cricket-pitch, 
 or the hairbreadth escapes of the hunting-field. Writing in Longman's 
 Magazine, Mr. Andrew Lang said : " A Sixpenny Academy would be 
 a lively Academy. For President, I would, if consulted, select Mr. 
 NAT GOULD, who shines by a candid simplicity of style, and a direct 
 and unaffected appeal to the primitive emotions, and our love for 
 that noble animal the horse." 
 
 Nation, 9th August, 1919 : " In the way of sale, his wares surpassed 
 all others. To millions they were the breath of mental life. We have 
 heard that a newspaper purchasing the serial rights of one of his stories 
 could promise itself an increased circulation of 100,000 a day, no matter 
 what its politics or its principles." 
 
 The Times, 26th July, 1917: " Of Mr. Nat Gould's novels more 
 more than Ten Million* copies have been sold ; and when this can be 
 said of an author there must be qualities in his work which appeal 
 to human nature qualities, therefore, which even the most superior 
 person would do well to recognise. A Northern Crack ' Is one of 
 those tales which set you down in an arm-chair and keep you there 
 till it is pleased to stop." 
 
 * Since this was written ten million more copies have been sold to 
 December, 1919, totalling over Twenty Millions. 
 
 The Times, 26th July, 1919: " If art in any sphere in life finds a 
 basis in the pleasing of a multitude, then Nat Gould was an artist 
 with few above his shoulders." 
 
 Morning Post, 26th July, 1919: "He was the most widely read 
 of all modern story -tellers, and a genius in his downright way." 
 
 Athfnceum, June 10th, 1911 : "All living writers are headed by 
 Mr. NAT GOULD, and of the great of the past, Dumas only surpasses 
 his popularity." 
 
 Truth, January 22nd, 1913: "Who is the most popular of living 
 novelists ? Mr. NAT GOULD easily and Indisputably take* the first 
 place." 
 
 Miss BEATRICE HARRADEN, one of the Honorary Librarians to the 
 Military Hospital, Endell Street, London, writing in the November, 
 1916, issue of the Cornhill Magazine, states: "We had to invest in 
 any amount of NAT GOULD'S sporting stories. In fact, a certain type 
 of man would read nothing except NAT GOULD. However ill he was, 
 however suffering and broken, the name of NAT GOULD would always 
 bring a smile to his face. Often and often I've heard the whispered 
 words : ' A Nat Gould ready for when I'm better.' "
 
 The Sweep Winner 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 THE GLITTERING WIRE 
 
 A man on horseback shaded his eyes with 
 his hands as he looked along the glittering 
 line of wire which runs for hundreds of miles 
 between New South Wales and Queensland, 
 and forms the great rabbit-proof fence, of 
 which he was one of the keepers. 
 
 The blazing sunlight scorched all things 
 living. Not a blade of grass was to be seen. 
 The baked ground gasped with thirst. The 
 slight breeze was like the breath from a huge 
 furnace. 
 
 The wire was hot and dazzling. Millions of 
 
 glimmering specks and hundreds of thousands 
 
 of electric sparks danced on it in revelry. 
 
 Merely to look at the shimmering wire blinded 
 
 II
 
 12 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 the eyes. The horse turned his head away. 
 He was dried, shrivelled, mere skin and bone. 
 Yet he was strong, enduring, capable of going 
 long journeys; an heroic beast, fighting a terrific 
 battle against tremendous odds ; a faithful 
 companion, a true friend always reliable. 
 There was a mute appeal in his puzzled 
 pathetic eyes, which questioned why such 
 things were ; why he should be rewarded for 
 his efforts with a parched throat, an empty 
 stomach, and a hot skin. 
 
 The man dismounted, carelessly placing his 
 hand on the wire, then snatching it back 
 quickly, with a sharp oath. 
 
 " Everything burns in this cursed country," 
 he muttered. 
 
 The horse rubbed his nose against the man's 
 arm. 
 
 "Ping, old fellow, it's hotter than hell. 
 Thirsty ? of course ; so am I. We'll have to 
 thirst until we reach the next hole." 
 
 The man was strong, well-built, six feet high ; 
 even the hard life had not sapped his strength. 
 His dark hair, moustache, and beard, gave
 
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 him a sombre appearance. His eyes shone 
 fiercely under bushy brows. His face, hands 
 and arms were tanned a deep brown, as also 
 was his chest, where the shirt opened from the 
 throat. He was no common man. His speech 
 was not that of the keepers of the fence, or the 
 bulk of them, for there were many and strange 
 beings on these hundreds of miles of wire line. 
 The majority were old boundary riders, 
 stockmen, tank sinkers, fencers, teamsters 
 In another class were criminals, convicts and 
 men whose hands were against their fellows ; 
 who were dangerous sometimes, when they 
 scented betrayal, or suspected they were being 
 tracked. The man looking at the mirage in the 
 distance belonged to none of these classes ; 
 he stood out alone. They knew it, and gave 
 him a show of respect, when they met him, 
 which was seldom. 
 
 There must have been some weighty reason 
 for him to bury himself in this solitude, and to 
 accept an occupation from which any educated 
 man must shrink. He wanted to be alone. 
 He could not have come to a better place.
 
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 Boonara, the nearest bush town, was fifty 
 miles away from where he stood, and a dozen 
 less from his hut. 
 
 He descended upon Boonara at night, and 
 waited for it to wake up. When it did, surprise 
 was visible on every face as one by one the 
 inhabitants looked forth from their habitation 
 The surprise was genuine. It was long since 
 a man of this stamp had entered Boonara. 
 He was amused at the people, and wondered 
 if there was one respectably clean inhabitant. 
 Then he remembered the scarcity of water 
 and pardoned the dirt. He was not clean 
 himself, but he felt wholesome. His body 
 had been cared for as much as possible during 
 the week's tramp. 
 
 He soon became acquainted with the Boon- 
 antes. They gathered round him, and questions 
 were levelled at him. It was quick firing to 
 which he responded with solitary shots. At the 
 end of the first day the people of Boonara were 
 not a jot wiser about him. One fact was 
 patent, he had money. It was difficult to 
 discover how much, but he " shouted " at
 
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 Bill Big's " shanty," and paid his footing, and 
 was so far granted the freedom of Boonara. 
 
 The township of Boonara consisted of one 
 main street, with irregular, irresponsible- looking 
 houses dotted about, built anyhow. They 
 had been put up at various times by many 
 different sorts of men. Building operations 
 commenced at one end and continued at 
 intervals until a sort of street was formed. 
 The first inhabitant had been a " keeper of 
 the fence," and he camped there because it 
 was convenient to his work. Gradually, in 
 oddments, other men came to the place. It 
 was a bachelor township until some enter- 
 prising man, bolder than the rest, and more 
 saving, ventured to Sydney and returned with 
 a wife. She was the only woman in the town- 
 ship for a long time, and was regarded with a 
 certain amount of awe and wonder. The 
 consensus of opinion was that she must have 
 had a terribly bad time in Sydney, or nothing 
 would have induced her to marry Jack and 
 come to Boonara. The example set proved 
 catching, and other members of the bachelor
 
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 community took unto themselves partners. 
 The township grew slowly, unlike the centres 
 of big mining districts which spring up mush- 
 room-like in a night and often die away as 
 quickly. 
 
 Boonara gathered in many of the keepers 
 of the fence, who had tired of the life and 
 settled there on a mere pittance. It was not 
 a prosperous community ; there was little 
 conversation, and a lot of grumbling. Each 
 man regarded his neighbour with suspicion, 
 not knowing who he was, except by name, 
 nor whence he came. All around Boonara 
 was an arid waste, except at certain seasons, 
 few and far between, when rain came sweeping 
 in a deluge over the parched earth, filling up 
 the gaping cracks and crevices, hissing and 
 swishing over the land, bringing life, in every 
 drop a new birth. Then the plains woke up. 
 Miles upon miles of dull-brown crumbling 
 grassless spaces became green and refreshing. 
 Strange sights followed these deluges. In a 
 mysterious manner sheep appeared in thousands 
 wandering across the plains, nibbling this
 
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 wonderful and succulent food from which 
 they had been so long debarred. Cattle came, 
 mobs of horses, all branded, belonging to 
 squatters miles away. Nobody seemed to own 
 the land round Boonara. At least no member 
 of the township had ever heard the name of 
 an owner mentioned. They ran what cattle, 
 horses and sheep they possessed anywhere on 
 it. There were no enclosures, no square-mile 
 paddocks. The only fence was the glittering 
 wire running along the border. 
 
 There were very few men in the township 
 who had seen the wire fence. But they met 
 the keepers of it at long intervals when they 
 paid visits to Bill's shanty. 
 
 In all communities, however small, there is 
 a fierce desire to look down upon someone, to 
 imagine a superiority. It is a trait which is laugh- 
 able, and sometimes pathetic. Although the 
 Boonarites were far from civilisation they had 
 their pride, and regarded the keepers of the fence 
 as beings of an inferior order. As the keepers 
 had no respect for the inhabitants, every- 
 body seemed satisfied with the state of affairs. 
 
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 There was one keeper of the fence whom the 
 Boonarites placed upon an equality with them- 
 selves, and that was the man who came upon 
 them in the night. 
 
 They were amazed when he went on the 
 glittering wire track. He was far too good 
 for that job; "he wouldn't stick it long" 
 they declared. He did "stick it." however, 
 to their great surprise. The man was a 
 mystery to them, which is not to be wondered 
 at, considering he was mostly a puzzle to 
 himself. His hut was forty miles away, and 
 only three people had visited him there. H e 
 did not encourage them. Loneliness sat lightly 
 upon him, so it seemed. Bill Bigs was the 
 most frequent visitor, and when he rode there, 
 or drove in his buggy, it was seldom empty- 
 handed. Somewhere, hidden in the bowels 
 of the earth beneath Bill's shanty, there was 
 mysteriously reported to be spirituous hoards 
 of excellent quality ; these rarely saw the light 
 of day in Boonara. Various decoctions were 
 served out over the bar, and there was a 
 strange resemblance in the flavour, no matter
 
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 from which bottle they were taken. A "nip" 
 from one of Bill's underground bottles was 
 like nectar from the gods. 
 
 The man on the fence was never served 
 with inferior stuff, and when Bill visited him 
 he took with him of his best. 
 
 Bill Bigs was rough and ready. Rumour 
 credited him with having been in league with 
 bushrangers, before those undesirable and 
 romantic figures disappeared from the earth. 
 Probably this was true, but Ben was no longer 
 an illegitimate preyer upon mankind. He 
 was licensed to " rob " by doctoring his goods. 
 He prided himself on knowing a man when 
 he saw one, and he put down the occupier of 
 the hut in this category. He, however, knew 
 nothing about his friend, except that he was 
 worth a dozen ordinary fence keepers. The 
 man never spoke of his past, or explained why 
 he was in the most solitary place in this vast 
 land. In vain Bill tried to induce him to talk. 
 There was a threatening glitter in his eyes 
 which caused Bill to halt and get on to another 
 track. It was this man, the keeper of the
 
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 fence, who stood under the blazing sun pitying 
 his horse more than himself. He was waiting 
 for another keeper at the point where they had 
 met, and had a few words and parted. He 
 shaded his eyes again, but saw no one coming. 
 " I'll wait, I'm always waiting. It hasn't 
 worn me out ; it never will. There's a fire 
 within that keeps me alive ; it burns, but 
 never dies down. There's enough fuel in my 
 thoughts to keep it glowing until my light 
 goes out."
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 IN THE HUT 
 
 GLEN LEIGH was his name. At least he was 
 down as such on the books, but names were 
 not of much account on his job ; they might 
 as well have been numbers seeing they were 
 mere indications of identity. He waited until 
 he was tired, although he had much patience. 
 His throat was parched ; his skin burned ; 
 there was no shade. On his head, straight 
 down, poured the fierce sun. To look at it 
 was blinding. It seared the eyes ; sparks 
 danced when they turned to the earth again. 
 He had no watch. In his hut there was one, 
 but he seldom wound it. He told the time by 
 nature's signs, and was never far out in his 
 calculations. 
 
 " I've waited an hour. Damn the fellow. 
 Why doesn't he come ? He expects me to do 
 his work and my own too." He shrugged 
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 his shoulders. Jim Benny was a mere lad 
 compared with him. 
 
 "Poor young devil. What's he done that 
 he should come to this ? The sins of the 
 father, and so on." 
 
 A shadow flitted across the ground. He 
 started. This was not a land of shadows, 
 except when rain clouds swept away the 
 dazzling blue. He looked around, then above. 
 There was a small black cloud floating in the 
 brilliant sky ; it looked like a balloon. 
 
 "Rain!" he exclaimed. "By all that's 
 holy, rain." 
 
 There was a power of feeling in the word. 
 
 " Rain." 
 
 In lands where skies are dull, where moisture 
 hangs in the air, where a downpour spoils 
 pleasure and provokes temper, the word rain 
 has a very different meaning. To Glen Leigh 
 rain meant almost everything. There had 
 been none for over nine months, not a drop 
 and that small balloon-like cloud that cast 
 its shadows and startled him, was more welcome 
 than a shower of gold.
 
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 " It's curious," he muttered, " I've never 
 seen it exactly like this. But it must mean 
 rain. God send it. We want it, we dried 
 up sapless things. Rain, Ping. Do you hear, 
 old parchment, rain. And your coat'll be 
 dripping wet. There'll be grass, and you'll 
 feel juice in your mouth instead of dried leaves 
 and twigs. Rain, Ping, rain!" 
 
 He gave the horse a sound smack, jerked 
 up his head, and pointed to the cloud rolling 
 above. 
 
 A slight breeze came. Ping sniffed, inhaling 
 it with delight, while an anxious look of anti- 
 cipation came into his eyes. 
 
 Glen watched the cloud as though his life 
 depended on it, as thousands of lives did. 
 It was a peculiar phenomenon, a black patch 
 steering through a sea of blue. In its wake 
 it left a trail, dull, streaking out, and beyond 
 the trail were more heavy clouds on the rain 
 path. This leader was the herald of the 
 storm. 
 
 There was no moan, there was nothing 
 to cause it, but presently the wire fence seemed
 
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 to buzz, and the rising wind came through 
 it playing on the strings a sort of sad harmony, 
 but sweet music in the ears of the man and 
 horse. 
 
 A low rumbling sound proclaimed the 
 advance of the clouds, and they rolled along in 
 battalions blotting out the sunlight ; the relief 
 to the eyes was immense. He waited, but Jim 
 Benny did not come. He almost forgot about 
 him in his anxiety over the approaching 
 rain. 
 
 A crack straight above his head, which 
 echoed over the plain, was followed by a 
 burst of water which deluged him and Ping 
 in a few minutes. Both gasped with relief. 
 They opened their mouths, and the refreshing 
 water cooled them ; they had not had such 
 a soaking for months. The land responded 
 to the rain. He fancied he saw the blades 
 of grass already shooting ; he knew they would 
 be there in a matter of twenty-four hours. 
 He mounted Ping and rode to his hut. It 
 was no use waiting any longer for Jim Benny ; 
 he would see him next day. Still he wondered
 
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 what had come to him, and felt a bit uneasy. 
 He liked Jim, although he seldom spoke more 
 than a few words to him. Perhaps it was the 
 mystery surrounding him which appealed 
 to him ; he was a mysterious man him- 
 self. 
 
 The rain poured down as he rode along. 
 Ping's ambling pace soon covered the ground, 
 and he reached his hut in a shorter time than 
 usual. 
 
 The door was wide open. Someone had 
 been there in his absence. He smiled ; the 
 intruder would not have had a very rich find. 
 A few of his provisions might be gone ; the 
 poor devil was welcome to that. 
 
 He was always cautious, for he was accus- 
 tomed to face danger. There was no telling 
 what sort of desperate, hunted character had 
 found his way there, so he handled his revolver 
 as he went in. Lying on his bunk he saw a 
 bundle of clothes, or what looked like it. 
 Quietly he stepped up, then started back in 
 amazement. It was no sundowner, not even 
 a man from Boonara, out on the jag, who had
 
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 wandered in a half-frenzied condition so many 
 miles. What he saw was a woman, a young, 
 pretty woman, whose face was lined with 
 sorrow, whose cheeks were sunken. The hands 
 were hanging down, thin, almost emaciated, 
 showing the veins, a dull blue. One leg 
 drooped down the side. The boot was worn, 
 and torn. The dress over it was ragged. Her 
 whole appearance denoted the utmost distress, 
 hardship, exhaustion. She hardly breathed, 
 although he saw her bosom slightly heave 
 and fall. She was in a pitiable plight 
 indeed. 
 
 Glen Leigh was so wonder-struck at this 
 strange sight that he stood staring at her for 
 some time, until Ping roused him by poking 
 his head in at the door, asking in his dumb 
 way for food. Even the woman, lying so 
 strangely there, did not cause him to delay. 
 Ping was a good comrade ; he must be attended 
 to. He went round to the back of the hut, 
 where there was a lean-to shed, and Ping 
 followed him. There was a little precious 
 hay still left, which he had secured for the
 
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 horse at Boonara at a fabulous price, panning 
 out, if reckoned up, at about a hundred pounds 
 a ton. It had been brought down the river 
 on one of the puffing, snorting, little steamers, 
 and deposited at the small staging, to be left till 
 called for, and fetched by Bill Bigs at his leisure. 
 Ping sniffed this small portion of evil-smelling 
 stuff with satisfaction. He had never known 
 better fare, for he had been bred in the wilds, 
 and brought up anyhow, on anything. His dam 
 had very little milk for him ; she had nothing 
 to make it with. When his dam deserted him, 
 or he left her to go on his own, he wandered 
 about, living precariously until he was six 
 years old. Then some master on two legs 
 caught him, and Ping began to learn the effects 
 of contact with humanity. Ping's life had 
 not been a happy one until he passed into 
 Glen Leigh's hands. With the wisdom of 
 the horse he discovered the great change in 
 ownership, and wondered at it. He followed 
 Leigh about like a dog ; there was no bucking, 
 biting, squealing, kicking against the pricks. 
 He settled down to a humdrum existence with 
 a feeling of glorious content.
 
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 As Glen Leigh stood for a few moments 
 eyeing Ping he compared him with the woman 
 lying in his hut. There was a similarity 
 between their lives. Both had been ill-used, 
 and both came into his possession. Into his 
 possession ? What on earth was he to do 
 with the woman ? Ping was all right. He 
 had bought him for a trifle. But the woman. 
 It was quite a different thing. She was in 
 his hut, and part of his household for the 
 night. What must he do with her ? 
 
 " Eat your supper, Ping. I'll go and see 
 to the other one," he said, and went back 
 to his " front door." 
 
 He entered softly. She- was still sleeping. 
 He sat down on a log and watched her. 
 
 How had she come there ? She must have 
 tramped miles. From Boonara of course, 
 but he did not remember seeing her there. 
 He smiled at the thought. He seldom gave 
 more than a passing glance to people in the 
 township. He was hardly likely to have 
 noticed her sufficiently to recognise her now. 
 If she came from Boonara, why had she left
 
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 the place and wandered all these miles ? Was 
 it by chance she had struck his hut ? Of course, 
 it must have been. No doubt she saw the rain- 
 storm coming, and seeing the hut at the same 
 time hurried in for shelter. 
 
 She was not an ordinary working-woman, 
 he saw that, and cudgelled his brains to 
 find out how she came into the country at 
 all. 
 
 She must belong to somebody, but to 
 whom ? 
 
 He knew of women who had lost their 
 reason in solitudes, and had not wondered at 
 it . The country was only fit for blacks, and even 
 they shunned it, the few of them that were 
 left after the white man's march. Had she 
 come along with some squatter, when he had 
 been making a visit to Bathurst, or Bourke, 
 or even Sydney or Melbourne? That was a 
 possible solution, but highly improbable. There 
 was only one large station near enough to this 
 place, from which she could have tramped. 
 Its owner was Craig Bellshaw, of Mintaro 
 Station, and he was not the sort of man to
 
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 drive a woman away by ill-treatment, quite 
 the contrary. 
 
 She stirred. He listened. She was mutter- 
 ing, but he could not catch the words. He 
 got up and leaned over her.
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 A STRANGE SITUATION 
 
 HE could make nothing of what she said. It 
 was a jumble of incoherent sounds, with no 
 meaning in them. He gathered no information 
 as to how she came there. 
 
 " She's ill delirious. What can I do for 
 her ?" he muttered. 
 
 He was a soft-hearted man, where women 
 were concerned, and distress, although he 
 had seen much of it, appealed to him. There 
 were no doctors, not even in Boonara. When 
 folks were ill in those parts they had to fight 
 for life as best they could, with a few patent 
 remedies to aid them. 
 
 " Fever," he said, "there's no doubt about 
 it, and she has no strength to withstand it. I 
 can't leave her alone. I wish to heaven Bigs, 
 or someone, would come." 
 
 He sat by her all night ; sometimes he had
 
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 to hold her down, as she struggled like a bird 
 in his strong grasp. He was very gentle 
 with her. Not one man in a hundred would 
 have credited him with such tenderness. 
 When daylight sprang out suddenly, as it 
 does in these climes, she became quieter. He 
 put his hand on her breast, humming softly. 
 The touch and the sound soothed her. With 
 wonderful patience he remained in this position 
 hour after hour, proving himself a great man, 
 greater than he ever thought or reckoned 
 himself to be. He was hungry, but he did not 
 move. Ping came to the door and wondered 
 why his wants were left unattended. It 
 was unusual. He would have resented it 
 had not the downpour brought up small 
 shoots of green, with marvellous suddenness. 
 He turned away and went nibbling the un- 
 accustomed luxuries. Ping came to the door 
 instinctively. Grass was a thing he had not 
 seen for months. He didn't expect to find 
 it, but as he sniffed its freshness he left the 
 hut contentedly, and Leigh was glad. 
 
 " He smells the grass," he thought, "There's
 
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 more chance of her pulling through now it's 
 cooler." He mixed up the horse and the 
 woman in his thoughts continually. How 
 long he sat there he did not know, but a sound 
 reached him which gave warning that something 
 or someone was approaching. Ping neighed. 
 He knew if it was a rider he would call at his 
 hut. They always paid " ceremonial " visits ; 
 it was an event in their lives. A sound of 
 hoofs reached him. It was very welcome ; 
 he gave a sigh of relief. He looked round, and 
 saw a horse and rider pull up at his door. It 
 was Jim Benny. At any other time Benny 
 would have been cursed roundly for neglecting 
 his work. Curses were the habitual mode of 
 forcibly expressing disapproval by the men 
 of the fence. But never was man more heartily 
 welcome. Glen Leigh didn't even give a 
 thought as to why Jim Benny came to his hut. 
 It was an uncommon occurrence but he had 
 no time to consider it. 
 
 Jim grinned as he put his head in at the 
 door. He was about to speak when he 
 grasped the situation, as far as it was possible 
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 34 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 for him to so do, lacking all knowledge of 
 the facts. 
 
 He was much surprised, as Glen Leigh 
 had been, when he found the woman in his 
 hut. 
 
 " Hush," said Glen softly, and Jim crept 
 in on tiptoe. 
 
 He stood looking at the woman. His 
 thoughts were much the same as Glen's. The 
 white wan face struck a chord in Jim Benny's 
 nature that had not twanged before. His 
 eyes glistened, then moisture gathered. Pre- 
 sently a couple of drops trickled down his 
 sunburnt face. He put a hand on Glen's 
 shoulder, bent down, and whispered, " How 
 did she come here ? " 
 
 Glen shook his head. 
 
 " She's bad ? " 
 
 " Fever," 
 
 "Poor little thing " said Jim. 
 
 Glen lifted his hand from her bosom. She 
 only stirred slightly, then with a sigh became 
 still again. He beckoned Jim to follow him 
 outside. They walked a few yards away, so
 
 35 
 
 that the sound of their voices would not 
 disturb her. 
 
 "Where the devil were you yesterday?" 
 was Glen's question. 
 
 " My horse broke down. I had to bag 
 another, and a pretty brute he is. Look at 
 him," replied Jim pointing to the wretched 
 mass of skin and bone. 
 
 " Why have you come here ?" asked Glen. 
 
 " I thought I'd ride over and explain. I 
 know what you are when you're in a temper," 
 replied Jim. 
 
 " That's not the reason." 
 
 "Perhaps it isn't. Anyhow, what about 
 her ? " and he pointed to the hut. 
 
 " Somebody must go to Billy's and get 
 some good brandy for her. It's got to be 
 the best none of his poison," said Glen. 
 
 " In that case you'd better go. It's no 
 good me "trying it. He'd think I was lying, 
 and there'd be no getting it out of him. I'll 
 stay with her if you go. Besides my horse 
 is no good. Ping will do the journey in half 
 the time," Jim answered.
 
 36 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Glen looked at him. Jim's face did not 
 move a muscle. 
 
 " It's lucky you came," Glen remarked. 
 " Tell me what brought you here." 
 
 " Another time," replied Jim hesitatingly. 
 
 Glen shrugged his shoulders. 
 
 " As you please," he said. 
 
 " How did she get here ? " asked Jim. 
 
 Glen told him how he found her, and Jim 
 Benny was as helpless as himself in solving 
 the problem. 
 
 " It's very strange," said Jim. " We've 
 never seen a woman round here before. What 
 are you going to do with her ? " 
 
 " Keep her until she's pulled round. Then 
 I can find out all about her/' returned Glen. 
 
 A faint cry came from the hut which caused 
 them to turn round quickly and run back. 
 A strange, weird sight met their eyes. The 
 woman was standing close to the bed. Her 
 hair was down. They noticed it was a beau- 
 tiful nut-brown, and there was plenty of it. 
 Her arms were stretched out. Her eyes 
 stared glassily. As Glen came in she tottered 
 forward, and he caught her in his arms.
 
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 A thrill went through him as he clasped her. 
 Her face was close to his. He felt her breath 
 onhis cheek. He drew her tightly towards him, 
 and held her for several minutes. Jim Benny 
 watched him with a queer light in his eyes. 
 
 Glen carried her, laying her on his rough bed. 
 She was exhausted with the exertion and 
 remained quite still. 
 
 " You'd better go at once," said Jim, " she's 
 bad, very bad." 
 
 Glen stood thinking for a few minutes, then 
 asked, "You'll not leave her while I'm gone?" 
 
 " No, I'll sit by her as I found you sitting. 
 See ? " and he sat on the log, placing his hand 
 on her breast. " That'll soothe her." 
 
 Without another word Glen Leigh left the 
 hut. 
 
 He whistled Ping, and obediently the horse 
 came to his call. Glen saddled him, and rode 
 off towards Boonara. Jim Benny sat looking 
 at the woman. He heard the hoof beats 
 gradually dying away, then with a sudden 
 movement got up and kissed her on the lips. 
 She moaned.
 
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 " I couldn't help it. I meant no harm. She 
 reminded me of never mind names. I loved 
 her, and she married him that's all done 
 with." 
 
 He remained quite still until Spotty, Glen's 
 dog, half dingo, came sniffing round. He had 
 been on the prowl for a day or so, and returned 
 repentant. The predatory instinct was upper- 
 most, which was not to be wondered at con- 
 sidering the wild stock from which he descended, 
 and he made excursions to some land of which 
 his master knew nothing. 
 
 The dog knew Jim, on the fence, but had 
 not seen him in Glen's hut. Then there was 
 the woman. Spotty had never come across 
 one. Jim knew the nature of these dogs, 
 their faithful savageness, and scented danger 
 in the air. He had seen the dog on the fence 
 with Glen, but had always been on horseback, 
 and Spotty had never really scented him. He 
 didn't even know the dog's name. 
 
 Spotty eyed Jim, then looked at the woman 
 on the bed. Here was something he did not 
 understand. He came forward, crouching,
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 39 
 
 like a panther ready to spring, and Jim set 
 him with his eyes, not daring to move, on her 
 account. 
 
 Spotty sniffed at her dress, turned round, 
 faced Jim and growled, a low rumbling sound. 
 Then he lay on the floor, paws outstretched, 
 head erect, watching. 
 
 Jim knew if he moved the dog would probably 
 fly at his throat. It would be hours before 
 Leigh returned, and he must remain in this 
 position the whole time, on her account. Had 
 he been alone he could have cowed Spotty, or 
 attempted it. He heard distant thunder. There 
 was another storm brewing, the promise of 
 more welcome rain. The lightning flashed 
 through the hut, playing in and out at the 
 doors. The crashing sounds came nearer; 
 then the rain burst in torrents. 
 
 Spotty did not move. He remained with 
 his eyes on Jim, not even giving a glance at 
 the figure on the bed. The woman slept 
 through it all. Jim wondered at her strange 
 stillness. Was she dead ? 
 
 The thought made him start. He had not
 
 40 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 put his hand on her again after he kissed her, 
 and could not feel or hear her breath. Spotty 
 saw him move, and growled. He seemed 
 about to spring, then crouched again. 
 
 It was a strange situation the man, the 
 woman, and the dog, in the hut, the storm 
 raging outside, and Glen Leigh riding on his 
 mission to Boonara.
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 "IT'S FOR A WOMAN " 
 
 " HELLO, what brings you here ? " said 
 Bill Bigs, as Glen Leigh entered his house. 
 The tone was not encouraging. Bill was in 
 an ill-humour, and it was not difficult to 
 discover the cause. The bar was in a state 
 of wild confusion. Broken bottles, bits of 
 wood, splinters from the rough furniture, and 
 jagged pieces of glass lay about. There was 
 every sign of a fight. 
 
 Glen took it all in at a glance. Although 
 he was in a desperate hurry he knew the best 
 way to succeed would be by humouring him. 
 
 " Bit of a skirmish, eh ? " began Glen. 
 
 "Two of your fence fellows began it. I never 
 saw such beasts in my life. They all are." 
 
 Glen's eyes glittered. 
 
 " Does that include me ? " he asked. 
 
 "No. I can't say it does, but there's no telling
 
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 what may happen. You'll break out some day. 
 Flesh and blood can't stand your job," replied 
 Bill. 
 
 Here was an opening. Glen was holding 
 himself in leash wonderfully well. All the 
 time he was thinking, " What's she doing? 
 What's he doing ? " 
 
 He wanted to hurry back. Ping would have 
 to hustle when he made a start. 
 
 " You're right," he agreed "if it wasn't for 
 a nip of your good stuff now and again, Bill, 
 I'd go under." 
 
 " I see. So that's what you're here for. 
 Well, I can't gratify you this time. I've 
 run out." 
 
 Bill was husbanding his resources ; it was 
 his habit. Glen knew there was a tough job 
 before him. 
 
 " I must have some of the best, Bill, I'm 
 run down," persisted Glen. 
 
 Bill laughed. 
 
 " Must have it ? I like that. Look around. 
 Do you think I'm going to stand that sort of 
 thing from your fellows without paying some-
 
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 body out? As you happen to have come 
 along first I'll pay you out. You'll get nothing 
 from me to-day." 
 
 " I must have it, Bill. I'll pay double 
 price for it. 
 
 " When ? " 
 
 " In a month. I can't do it now." 
 
 " A month ! Six months you mean, and 
 then it's uncertain." 
 
 " Not with me." 
 
 " I'll not deny you're a good payer, and 
 straight, but you've got to suffer for the sins 
 of others. You're one of 'em," returned Bill. 
 
 Glen Leigh leaned over the counter, his 
 face close to Bill's. 
 
 " If you knew what I wanted it for you'd 
 give it me without payment," he said. 
 
 Bill looked hard at him. Glen's face was 
 quivering. His mouth twitched. His eyes 
 glared. He was thinking of the woman. How 
 should he get the brandy if Bill persisted 
 in refusing, for he meant having it at any cost? 
 
 " What's it for ? " 
 
 " I can't tell you. I will before long, but 
 not now."
 
 44 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Then it's a fake. You want it for yourself." 
 
 " I do not." 
 
 He fancied he could hear her moaning, 
 becoming restless, and if he got what he 
 wanted and hurried back she might have 
 a chance. It exasperated him. 
 
 " Why not tell me the reason ? " asked 
 Bill, fairly enough. 
 
 " There's somebody ill in my hut." 
 
 "Oh, that's it, one of your mates. Do you 
 think I'm going to help him after last night's 
 work ? Not me." 
 
 Glen wanted to conceal that it was a woman, 
 but he was wasting precious time. Could 
 Bill be trusted to keep it to himself ? He had 
 no desire for the township to know until he 
 had found out all about her. 
 
 "It's not one of my mates. I'd not ask 
 it for him after that," and he waved his hand 
 round. ' You'll not say a word, but keep 
 it dark?" 
 
 " It depends on what it is you tell me." 
 
 " I can't tell you. Bill, we've been what 
 folks call friends, as far as it goes here. Promise
 
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 me. It's a matter of life and death. You'll 
 not be sorry. You'll have done a good 
 action, and saved a life." 
 
 Bill saw he was in deadly earnest. He 
 knew Glen Leigh had always gone straight 
 with him. 
 
 " Out with it then. I'll promise, so help 
 me I will, but I don't say I'll let you have 
 what you want." 
 
 Glen saw he was yielding. Again his 
 thoughts went back to his hut, and he groaned 
 at the loss of time. 
 
 "It's for a woman. She's got fever, and is 
 delirious. She'll die if she doesn't have some 
 stimulant. ForGod's sake.Bill.let me have it." 
 
 Bill stared at him. There was a genuine, 
 even pathetic ring in his voice. But a woman ! 
 He couldn't be expected to swallow that 
 yarn. 
 
 " Where is she ? " he asked. 
 
 " In my hut." 
 
 Bill laughed. He couldn't help it. The 
 thing was so ridiculous. 
 
 " Who's the lady ? " he asked with a grin.
 
 46 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Leigh's hands clenched. He was becoming 
 dangerous. 
 
 " I haven't time to tell you lies. I don't 
 know who she is, or where she comes from. 
 All I can say is I found her in there lying 
 on my shakedown, dying," and he told the 
 whole story as rapidly as possible to the 
 astonished Bill. 
 
 " It's as true as gospel, and Jim Benny's 
 with her waiting my return. Think of the 
 time I've wasted here. I may be too late. 
 Ping's none too fast, but he's sure. For 
 heaven's sake, Bill, let me have it, and some 
 tinned stuff, soup, anything you've got. 
 There's nothing at my place for her." 
 
 He spoke rapidly, excitedly. He was strung 
 to the highest pitch as he thought how long 
 he had already been away. 
 
 " It's the rummiest yarn I ever heard, 
 but I don't see as how you could make it up. 
 I wonder who she is ? " 
 
 " That's what I've got to find out. If she 
 dies, her secret goes with her Help to save 
 her, then we'll get to know," begged Glen.
 
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 Bill thought of his girl at work in Adelaide. 
 Supposing she was in such a plight ? The 
 mere idea made him shiver. 
 
 " I'll do it, Glen. Damn it, man, if you'd 
 outed with it at first the thing would have 
 been settled in five minutes." 
 
 He disappeared. Glen knew if he had fired 
 the story at him straight away it would not 
 have been believed at all. Bill also knew 
 it as he dived into the bowels of the earth 
 beneath his bar. 
 
 " He's worked me cleverty," he muttered. 
 " He saw I was cut up rough when he came 
 in, and he handled me well. It's a queer 
 go, a very queer go, but I believe him. He's 
 not given to lying, and in any case I can go 
 and see for myself in a day or two. If he's 
 put up a game on me, I'll No, he'd never 
 do it. He's too much of a man. And his 
 face ! It might be his sweetheart the way 
 he looked." 
 
 Bill was rummaging about. Selecting two 
 bottles he took them with him. As he went 
 back through his storeroom, he collected 
 some tinned milk, soup, and biscuits.
 
 48 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 He packed them all carefully so that there 
 would be no risk of breakage, then went 
 back to the bar. 
 
 Two men had come in during his absence. 
 One was "on the fence." and as usual they 
 had selected a bottle of alleged whisky, and 
 were helping themselves. Glen had refused 
 to join them. He was called a sullen 
 bounder. 
 
 " Get out of this," yelled Bill when he 
 saw the rider on the fence. " You're one 
 of the devils who caused all this mess." 
 
 "I'll pay for it at least my share, "answered 
 the man. 
 
 "Then out with it." said Bill, putting 
 his package down. 
 
 Glen eyed it greedily. He ought to have 
 had it an hour ago and been well on his way 
 back to the hut. Here was more delay. 
 Would she be alive ? Would she be alive ? 
 Was Jim with her ? Yes, he'd wait. He 
 was sure of it. 
 
 The man pulled out some greasy pound- 
 notes and handed Bill a couple.
 
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 " That's more'n my whack. It'll have to 
 stand good for this," and he placed his hand 
 on the bottle. 
 
 " And mind, if I see any signs of strife 
 brewing you'll not get away so easily next 
 time, "warned Bill, as he stuffed the dirty notes 
 in his pocket, only too glad to get anything 
 in payment for the damage. 
 
 He beckoned to Glen, picked up the package 
 and went outside. 
 
 "You'll find all you want here; at least as 
 much as I can give you," 
 
 " I'll never forget it, Bill. One of these 
 days I may be able to do you a good turn. 
 I'll see you are paid in full, and more." 
 
 " Never mind about that. It's something 
 to my credit that I've faith enough in a man 
 to believe such a dodgasted yarn as you've 
 spun me." 
 
 " You do believe it ? " 
 
 " Yes. Shake. You'll not mind me driving 
 over ? I'll not come empty-handed, and 
 not to act the spy, but it's such a stretcher 
 that I'd just like to see for myself " 
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 50 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Glen smiled as he mounted Ping, and Bill 
 handed him the parcel. 
 
 " I can't wonder at it. I can hardly believe 
 it myself. Come and see. You'll be welcome. 
 You always are, but not a word to a soul." 
 
 " I'll keep it dark, you bet. I'm with you 
 in finding out all about her. It'll be a bit 
 of a change from that filthy work," and he 
 jerked his thumb in the direction of the bar. 
 
 As Glen was riding away, the man who 
 had paid Bill the two notes rushed out and 
 yelled, "Expect you've not heard that Joe 
 Calder's been found shot dead on his track ! "
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 WHY JIM CAME TO THE HUT 
 
 JOE Calder shot dead on his track ! 
 
 Glen had no time to waste or he would 
 have gone back to hear more. He must 
 hurry on. Ping felt there was need for haste. 
 His master seldom pushed him as he was doing 
 now. 
 
 Joe Calder done for at last ! Glen had 
 warned him it would come some day, for the 
 man was a brute. He had no human feeling, 
 and how he earned promotion over his fellows 
 was one of those things no man could under- 
 stand. 
 
 Glen was overseer on his track, as Joe 
 Calder was on the other, and the two men 
 often met, but they were as wide apart as 
 the poles in every respect. 
 
 Calder was a sneak. The men urder him 
 hated him. More than one threatened to
 
 52 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 do for him, but he was a big powerful man, 
 and dangerous. He was one of the worst 
 characters, and when he went to Boonara 
 even Bill Bigs fought shy of him. There was 
 no doubt he was a criminal. His face, his 
 shifty eyes, the backward glances, his fear 
 of being followed and tracked down betrayed 
 it. But he must have had a friend somewhere, 
 or he would never have got his post. 
 
 Glen was surprised, and yet he was not. 
 The news was shot at him unexpectedly, 
 but he believed it, and wondered who had rid 
 the world of a scoundrel, and the track of a 
 desperate man. Ping travelled well, his head 
 bound for home, such as it was, and every 
 horse knows the way to his stable. Mile 
 after mile was traversed, until Glen saw a 
 faint speck in the distance and knew it was 
 his hut . A townsman would have seen nothing, 
 but Glen's eyes were used to looking long 
 distances, and were almost as powerful as 
 a glass in distinguishing objects. 
 
 " Go on, Ping. We'll soon be there," and 
 the horse put on another spurt.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 53 
 
 The tension in the hut was not relaxed for 
 a moment. Hour after hour passed, and still 
 the dog stood on guard and eyed Jim. If 
 the man moved there came an ominous growl. 
 
 Two or three times the woman groaned, 
 and Spotty pricked his ears wonderingly. 
 Such sounds were unfamiliar. Jim watched 
 him. The dog seemed half inclined to spring 
 on the bed. Thinking better of it he settled 
 down again with his eyes fixed as before. 
 
 A drowsy feeling crept over Jim. He was 
 fearful of going to sleep. He had been sitting 
 like a statue for the Lord knows how long 
 and he had no idea of the time. 
 
 He listened. Not a sound, except a few 
 melancholy notes from a passing bird. What 
 was Glen doing all this time ? He had pro- 
 mised to watch, but Glen had not promised 
 to come back. Jim's mind was in a chaotic 
 state, and he was hardly responsible for it. 
 
 Spotty pricked his ears. Jim accepted 
 this as a sign that he heard something, and 
 listened intently. 
 
 The dog gave a short, sharp bark, a true 
 signal this time.
 
 54 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 In his great sense of relief Jim stood up. 
 He could bear the strain no longer. 
 
 Spotty flew at him, straight at his throat. 
 Jim caught him with both hands and held 
 him, the dog growling, snarling, trying to 
 wrench himself free to bite his hands. Jim 
 held on. He heard the hoof-beats. It was 
 Glen returning and all would be well, but 
 he was tired and cramped with the strain, 
 and Spotty was a ferocious dog, and strong. 
 
 The woman moved and half sat up ; then 
 she sank back again. He was thankful. 
 
 Ping halted. Glen got out of the saddle 
 with the precious burden and strode into the 
 hut. Unstrung as he was, the sight that 
 met his gaze caused him to drop the package. 
 With a cry of despair he caught at it, just 
 breaking its fall. 
 
 Spotty, seeing his master, ceased struggling. 
 Jim let go his hold and fell on the floor in a 
 dead faint. 
 
 " Get out," almost yelled Glen, and the 
 dog shot through the opening like a fox bolting 
 from hounds, dashing under Ping's belly
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 55 
 
 and scouring across country at top speed. Yet 
 he had only guarded his master's hut, and 
 his doggy brain resented the injustice. 
 
 Glen opened the package before attending 
 to Jim. There was no damage done, and he 
 had never felt so like offering up a prayer be- 
 fore supposing, after all, he had gone through, 
 the precious bottles had broken ? He knelt 
 down beside Jim, summing up the situation, 
 and wondering how long he had been subjected 
 to the strain caused by the dog. Opening 
 one of the bottles, he poured a small quantity 
 down Jim's throat, being careful not to 
 spill a drop. 
 
 Presently Jim sat up, looked round in a 
 dazed way, and then seeing Glen said, " It was 
 a near go. The dog watched me for hours. 
 I dared not move for fear he would savage me 
 or her, but when I heard you coming I could 
 stand it no longer. I got up, and he flew at 
 me. She's been like that ever since you 
 left. WTiat have you brought ? " 
 
 " Many things, but I'd a job to work round 
 Bill. There'd been a row in his shanty. Two
 
 56 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 of your fellows smashed things up, and he was 
 in a towering rage. Fetch some water. It's 
 funny we can get it nice, cool, clean and fresh. 
 We haven't done that for months, have we ? " 
 
 As he spoke he was busy with the package 
 placing the things carefully on the floor. 
 Bill had made amends after all, and opened 
 his heart. He was a dashed good sort, and 
 should be repaid. 
 
 Jim staggered out for the water. The tank 
 was overflowing into sundry water-catchers. 
 It was far too precious to waste, although 
 many times the quantity would have been 
 used to wash up after a single meal in a big 
 hotel. 
 
 Glen made the mixture weak, then, taking 
 a bit of rag, he moistened her lips with it, 
 squeezing a little into her mouth. 
 
 He was glad she was alive. A tremendous 
 sense of relief came over him, and with it 
 relaxation from the strain he too had gone 
 through. He could have lain down on the 
 floor and slept for many hours. 
 
 " Get some rest, Jim. You need it," he 
 said.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 57 
 
 " Not so much as you." 
 
 " Yes, your struggle was greater than mine. 
 Sleep, man ; then you can watch when I 
 give up." 
 
 Jim lay down. He was in a dead slumber 
 in a minute or two. 
 
 Glen sat looking at the woman. A slight 
 colour came into her cheeks, her lips were not 
 so blue, a warmth spread over her body ; 
 he could feel it as he touched her bare arm. 
 Then a curious thing happened. He bent 
 down and kissed her, not like Jim Benny, 
 on the lips, but on her forehead, reverently, 
 tenderly, like a father would a child and 
 he was the most reckless rider on the fence. 
 Both men were among the legion of the lost, 
 why was only known to themselves, but they 
 had given this woman what many a one of her 
 sex in a great city would have been thankful 
 for human kindness. 
 
 " Sleep's best for her," he thought, as he 
 moistened her lips again. " She's been hot 
 and cold, but there's a nice glow on her now. 
 It's healthy. She'll pull through. I'll bet
 
 58 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 she pulls through, and we'll have done it, 
 Jim, and I, and Bill. He's had a big share 
 in it. I should say the three of us will be 
 ab}* to look after her and find out all about 
 he .." 
 
 Jim had his rest. Glen roused him when he 
 found sleep would overcome him whether he 
 willed it or no. 
 
 " Wet her lips with it when they're dry. 
 Place your finger on and feel." 
 
 Jim nodded. He thought how he had placed 
 his lips to hers when Glen was away. He 
 was ashamed of it ; somehow he thought he 
 ought to tell him. He'd think it over while 
 he slept. 
 
 In the midst of nature's great silent solitudes 
 these three were working out their fate. It 
 was so still that to most people the silence 
 would have been worse than the noise and 
 rush of traffic. Outside, Ping, neglected after 
 his long journey, unsaddled, was finding 
 refreshment. The horse was weary, leg tired, 
 but his heart was in the right place. He was 
 the sort that never gives in until something 
 snaps.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 59 
 
 Spotty called a halt when he had gone a 
 couple of miles, and considered the question 
 of the un justness of his master. He must 
 have arrived at some conclusion for he re- 
 traced his steps slowly. Near the hut he 
 encountered Ping, so nosed round him as 
 though apologising for the sudden bolt under 
 him. Ping and Spotty were chums. They were 
 both mongrels, but there is often a lot of good 
 to be found in such animals. Eventually 
 when Ping lay down Spotty curled up close 
 to his back ; the silence was unbroken. 
 
 When Glen awoke he saw at a glance the 
 woman was coming round. She began to 
 mutter. They listened but could make out 
 no words. 
 
 " She's pulling through. I reckon she'll mend 
 now. We've all of us got to get her round." 
 
 " All of us ? " 
 
 " Yes, you and Bill and me." 
 
 " And what about the fence ? " asked Jim. 
 
 " Damn the fence," answered Glen fiercely, 
 " I've done with it." 
 
 " Then so have I," echoed Jim almost 
 gladly.
 
 60 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Good boy. It's a cursed job. Keepers 
 of the fence. I tell you, Jim, it's slow murder. 
 I'd as lief have solitary confinement." 
 
 " I guess we'd get better tucker in prison," 
 said Jim. 
 
 The word murder recalled to Glen's mind 
 the death of Calder. 
 
 " Jim ! " 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 " Joe Calder's been shot dead on the 
 track," 
 
 " Serves the brute right," replied Jim in 
 a hard voice. 
 
 " You haven't told me yet what brought 
 you here," said Glen looking at him. 
 
 " That was it." 
 
 " What ? " 
 
 " The Calder business." 
 
 " You? " 
 
 Jim nodded. 
 
 " I shot him."
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 " COME " 
 
 GLEN asked no questions. If Jim Benny 
 had shot Calder he must have had good reason 
 for it. He waited to hear if he would say 
 more. 
 
 " Do you want to know why ? " asked Jim. 
 
 "Please yourself." 
 
 Jim pulled off his shirt, or tried to. It 
 stuck. 
 
 " The water/' he said faintly. 
 
 Glen gave him a damp cloth. Jim bathed 
 the shirt, near his breast. For the first time 
 Glen noticed a deep red mark. 
 
 " That's better," said Jim, as he felt the 
 shirt give, and pulled it off. Then he went 
 on, "He did that with his knife, and I shot 
 him." 
 
 " It served him right," returned Glen. 
 
 " We quarrelled, not for the first time. He 
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 62 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 said brutal things to me, and called me names 
 no man would stand, so I struck him between 
 the eyes. He whipped out his knife, and I 
 had it before I could think. I pulled my 
 revolver from my belt, and shot him through 
 the heart. He fell like a log. I left him there. 
 I never even looked at him, but came on here." 
 
 " Why did you come here ? " 
 
 " Because I thought I could depend upon 
 you, and you would give me good advice. 
 I didn't tell you at first, because of her One 
 thing at a time's enough." 
 
 " You can depend upon me. I'll help 
 you if there's trouble, but no one knows you 
 shot him, and there'll not be much fuss made 
 over him," declared Glen. 
 
 The woman opened her eyes, and looked 
 at them. Then a faint smile spread over 
 her face. 
 
 " Are you better ? " asked Glen. 
 
 No answer. 
 
 " Do you feel stronger, my lass ? " 
 
 She pressed her hand over her forehead 
 feebly, and a vacant look came into her eyes.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 63 
 
 " She's weak. She's had no food. Warm 
 some of that milk, Jim." 
 
 When it was ready Glen gave it to her 
 with a spoon. She took it greedily. In a 
 few minutes she dozed again. 
 
 " Her head's sure to be bad for a time," 
 said Glen. 
 
 There was a brief silence, then Jim said, 
 " While you were away I did something." 
 
 " What ? " 
 
 " I kissed her on the lips. I couldn't 
 help it. Something prompted me." 
 
 Glen started. For a moment he felt angry, 
 then muttered, " When you were outside I 
 kissed her on the forehead." 
 
 These kisses were characteristic of the men 
 and showed the difference between them. 
 
 They said no more about it. Both thought 
 it strange, and the subject dropped. 
 
 The woman progressed slowly but surely. 
 As she recovered some strength they found 
 her memory had gone ; she did not know her 
 name, or where she came from. She appeared 
 to imagine she had been there all her life.
 
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 Bill Bigs arrived in his buggy, and did 
 not come empty-handed ; there was an ample 
 supply stowed away in the back. 
 
 " That's her, eh ? " he asked. 
 
 " Yes. Do you believe me now ? " replied 
 Glen smiling. 
 
 " I believed you before, but I wanted to 
 see her. I say, Glen, she'll be a grand-looking 
 woman when she's picked up and filled out 
 a bit. Where the deuce did she come from ? 
 It's miles away from everywhere here," 
 said BiU. 
 
 " It'll be hard to find out. She's lost her 
 memory ; she fancies she's been here all her 
 days, but she's sane enough. She'll talk all 
 right in a bit," replied Glen. 
 
 " Jim Benny ! " exclaimed Bill. 
 
 " He's been here ever since she came. 
 It was funny he should turn up almost at the 
 same time." 
 
 Jim came into the hut and greeted Bill. 
 
 " I never expected to see you here," 
 exclaimed the latter. 
 
 " He came to consult me. We're going 
 to throw it up," Glen told him.
 
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 " Throw what up ? " 
 
 " The fence. We've done with it ; we're 
 sick of the whole thing. It's too much for 
 flesh and blood to stand." 
 
 Bill stared. 
 
 " Going ! " he cried. " Why you're the best 
 man on the job." 
 
 " Am I ? " answered Glen. "I'm glad to 
 hear someone has a good opinion of me." 
 
 " I always had," pursued Bill. "I'm not 
 surprised. I've often wondered why you 
 came. I remember the first time I saw you 
 in Boonara. I thought you'd dropped from 
 the clouds. Have you sent in your resigna- 
 tion ? " 
 
 " No. What does it matter. Let 'em find 
 out. You can drop a line to the overseer 
 when we're gone." 
 
 " And the fence ? " asked Bill " We don't 
 want those cursed rabbits to get through to 
 our side." 
 
 ' There are plenty to look after it ; men are 
 always disappearing. There are good and bad 
 among us. Some fellows are there fighting 
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 down the drink curse. I don't blame 'em ; 
 it's their only chance. I know two of 'em, 
 good men in their way, but I can tell how 
 it would be with them if they went back to a 
 town life. They'd go under quick. I've been 
 in many a jag myself, but that's not why I 
 came out. I can stifle it ; it's only a matter 
 of will," declared Glen. 
 
 " I don't know so much about that. I've 
 had a lot of experience in that line. Some 
 of the poor beggars can't help themselves," 
 said Bill, and then added, " They've buried 
 Calder. There'll be no inquiry. Most people 
 think he shot himself. Anyhow we've shovelled 
 him away in Boonara. If any trouble is 
 made they can dig him up again and call 
 him as witness. He's the only one who could 
 give evidence. All your fellows are glad 
 he's gone." 
 
 Jim listened in silence, with a feeling of 
 relief ; he did not in the least regret what 
 he had done. He regarded it as a righteous 
 act. 
 
 The woman sat up. When she saw Bill 
 she asked, " When did he come ? "
 
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 This was almost the first sentence she had 
 spoken correctly. Hitherto her words had 
 come disjointedly in jerks. 
 
 "Me, my lass? I've just dropped in to 
 see my friend, Glen. He told me you were 
 here." 
 
 " I've been here a long time. Oh, such a 
 long time. I must have been sleeping for 
 weeks. I've forgotten which is Glen," she 
 answered. 
 
 " I'm Glen Glen Leigh," he said as he 
 placed his hand on her shoulder. 
 
 " How silly of me that I didn't remember, 
 but I shall not forget again. You have been 
 very good to me. Have I been very ill ? " 
 
 ' Yes, for "a long time," replied Glen 
 humouring her. 
 
 She looked at Jim, and Glen said, " He's 
 Jim Benny, another good friend. And that's 
 Bill Bigs, one of the best of friends. We're 
 all going to look after you." 
 
 She smiled. 
 
 " Do I want looking alter ? " 
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 yet," replied Glen. "When you are strong 
 we're going away from here." 
 
 She looked at him wonderingly. 
 
 " Going away from home ? " she asked. 
 
 " You'll want a change when you get 
 stronger." 
 
 This put a different complexion on the matter, 
 and she smiled again, nodded, and lay down 
 once more. 
 
 " That's the first attempt at conversation 
 she's made," said Glen. " We're getting on." 
 
 "You boys where are you going when you 
 leave here ? " asked Bill suddenly. 
 
 Glen did not hesitate. 
 
 " Sydney," he answered. 
 
 Bill remained silent a few minutes, then 
 said slowly, as though still thinking it out, 
 " Sydney ! I've a good mind to go with you, 
 I'm sick of Boonara. It's the last place 
 that was ever put up or this earth." 
 
 Glen jumped up from his seat, so did Jim. 
 They took a hand each and almost pulled 
 Bill's arms off. 
 
 " Do it ! " cried Glen. "Do it! We want
 
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 you. If the three can't make headway in 
 Sydney we're not the men I fancy we are." 
 
 " Yes, come with us," put in Jim heartily. 
 
 " Stop, you fellows, stop," said Bill. " It's 
 easier said than done. I'll tell you something. 
 I've had an offer for my shanty, a damned 
 good offer, more than it's worth. I can't 
 think why he's made it, or where he's got 
 the money from. I never knew Craig Bellshaw 
 to give much money away, and I don't see 
 where else it could have come from." 
 
 " Craig Bellshaw ! " exclaimed Glen in sur- 
 prise, " has he made a bid for it ? " 
 
 " Not likely. W r hat'd he want with a 
 place like mine ? It's Garry Backham, Bell- 
 shaw's overseer. He came into my place and 
 wanted to know if I'd sell out. He said he 
 wanted the place and was tired of Mintaro. 
 I was never more surprised in my life. You 
 could have pushed me over with a blade 
 of grass." 
 
 " I met him several times. He seems a taci- 
 turn sort of man, sullen, bad tempered not 
 one of my sort," said Glen.
 
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 " I fancy he's had a roughish time at 
 Mintaro," Bill surmised, " but he must have 
 saved money. Bellshaw wouldn't lend it 
 him in hundreds." 
 
 " He was a pal of Calder's ; about the only 
 one he had," Jim remarked. 
 
 " I never knew that," said Bill. 
 
 " They used to meet on the track, and 
 talk and smoke. He bought Calder drink 
 at times," explained Jim. 
 
 " Birds of a feather," said Glen. 
 
 " He made no fuss about Calder being shot," 
 Bill commented. 
 
 " It was no use He's dead and gone, and 
 there's no proof that he was shot ; he probably 
 did it himself as you have said." decided 
 Glen. 
 
 The woman stirred, murmuring some words 
 in her sleep ; with a start she sat up, stared 
 at the group, stretched out her arms, and in 
 a pleading voice uttered the one word, " Come."
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 
 THE FACE IN THE WATER 
 
 " I'M not superstitious," said Bill, " but 
 that settles it ; she said ' come ' as plainly 
 as she could, although she's fast asleep. I 
 can't get over that. I'll sell out to Backham, 
 and join you. We'll make things gee in 
 Sydney, I reckon." 
 
 They were delighted at this decision, for 
 they knew Bigs was a good man of business, 
 who had his head screwed on right, and if there 
 was anything to be made he'd be on to it 
 straight. 
 
 " She'll want some clothes. She can't 
 go in those things," said Glen. 
 
 " I'll fix that up. I can get sufficient 
 garments in Boonara for her to reach Sydney 
 in and there's no occasion for her to arrive 
 like the Queen of Sheba," Bill replied. 
 
 They laughed. Things were more cheerful.
 
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 The decision to abandon the fence livened 
 them up. 
 
 When Bill left he promised to return in a 
 week, and see how the woman was progressing. 
 
 " It'll be longer than that before we can 
 travel with her," he said. 
 
 Away in Sydney, the great city, vast even 
 in those days, life was going on very differently 
 from the solitudes round Boonara. There 
 were hundreds, nay, thousands, of people 
 in that beautiful city who had never heard 
 of Boonara, or knew there were such men 
 as the keepers of the fence. As far as the 
 majority of the inhabitants were concerned 
 such men as Glen Leigh, Jim Benny, and 
 Bill Bigs, might not have existed. Had the 
 story of the woman in the hut been told it 
 would have been laughed to scorn, and counted 
 impossible, but there is nothing impossible 
 in the world, however improbable it may seem. 
 
 Sydney was pulsating with life in this year 
 of grace 18 . There is no occasion to be 
 exact. It might partially spoil matters, and 
 what's a year or two to a story, so long as
 
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 the interest is maintained, and the characters 
 are living beings ? Late in the nineteenth 
 century Sydney flourished exceedingly. The 
 last twenty years of that remarkable era 
 saw it going ahead by leaps and bounds, and 
 it has been growing ever since until men who 
 left it years ago, and have revisited it, can 
 hardly recognise the place. Long may it 
 flourish, most beautiful of many beautiful 
 cities ! 
 
 There was a crowd in Pitt Street, outside 
 Tattersalls, and over the way at the marble 
 bar streams of people were passing in and 
 out, for it was hot, and there were many 
 parched throats. Moreover, it had been the 
 winding up day of the A.J.C. Meeting at 
 Randwick, and every favourite had got home, 
 much to the disgust of the bookmakers. 
 
 It was ten at night and sultry; there was no 
 air to speak of. The keepers of the fence would 
 have thought it cool, but they were used to 
 being burnt up and parched, and lived in a 
 land where water was often flavoured with the 
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 and fragrant with lemon. Not one of this 
 crowd knew what took place on the border 
 line of glittering wire. Boonara was as far 
 off as, and more strange than, Timbuctoo. 
 
 Not one of this crowd ? Stay. There was one 
 probably the only one who knew all about 
 it, and he stood smoking a cigar and chatting 
 to a man outside a tobacconist's shop, not far 
 from the Club on the opposite side of the road. 
 He was a man nearly six feet high, with 
 black hair and eyebrows, and a sunburnt face. 
 Not a pleasant face, but strong, determined, 
 with a rather cruel mouth and dark cat-like eyes; 
 a man dangerous both to friend and enemy 
 if he willed. He was well-dressed, but some- 
 what carelessly; he had a slouch hat, dark grey 
 clothes, and his tie was awry. He stood with 
 his legs slightly apart, gesticulating with one 
 hand as he talked. The man to whom he was 
 speaking was the leviathan of the Australian 
 turf, who had made his position by a mixture 
 of shrewd business qualities and bold gambling, 
 who betted in thousands, and took " knocks " 
 that would have sent a less plucky man out
 
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 of the ring. But he always came up smiling, 
 and his luck was proverbial. He had been 
 known to play hazards for twelve hours at a 
 stretch and never have a hand tremble when 
 he lost thousands. He was ostensibly a 
 dealer in choice cigars, etc., in fact in all the 
 paraphernalia of a tobacconist's, and it was 
 his shop they had just come out of as they 
 stood talking on the pavement. He was 
 not so tall as his companion, and had a much 
 more kindly face. He was popular because he 
 was cheerful and honest, and the little backer 
 could always get a point over the odds from 
 him. 
 
 The taller man was Craig Bellshaw, of 
 Mintaro Station. The bookmaker was Nicholas 
 Gerard, always called Nick by everybody. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw was, as before mentioned, 
 probably the only man who knew there were 
 such men as the keepers of the fence, who 
 had heard of Boonara, and was acquainted 
 with the vast solitudes in the West. He was 
 a wealthy man, and could afford to leave 
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 to Sydney in search of pleasure. When he 
 was away he still had his grip on his place, 
 as some of his hands found to their cost. They 
 put it down to the spying of Garry Backham, 
 the overseer. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw was a man of about fifty 
 years of age, but did not look it. He had led 
 a hardy life, and been successful. He owned 
 miles upon miles of land, thousands of cattle, 
 and his sheep ran into hundreds of thousands. 
 Horses he had in abundance ; how many he 
 had no idea. He claimed all within reach 
 of his land round Mintaro district, but never 
 missed a dozen when they were taken. It 
 pleased him to say they were his, so he did 
 not grumble when Boonara men, and fencers, 
 claimed a few. Bellshaw was difficult to 
 understand, but one thing was certain: once 
 he got his hold on a thing, he seldom let go. 
 
 He was a bachelor, but had a house in 
 Sydney which cost him a considerable sum 
 to keep up ; he found it handy when he came 
 to town. He owned racehorses, and his 
 trainer was Ivor Hadwin, who had stables
 
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 on the hill at Randwick. Had win was com- 
 pletely under Bellshaw's thumb, and was 
 heavily in his debt. It was owing to pecuniary 
 difficulties that he became connected with him. 
 This was often the case with Craig Bellshaw. 
 For once in a way the A.J.C. Meeting 
 proved successful to the stable, and Bellshaw's 
 horses had won four races, one on each 
 day ; all were heavily backed, and the 
 bulk of the money had either been laid by 
 Nick Gerard, or he had worked the com- 
 mission. This was the subject of their 
 conversation, and as they talked in the flare 
 of the gaslights and the shops, many people 
 turned to look at them, for both were well- 
 known figures in the sporting world. 
 
 " Yes, Nick, I've had a pretty good meeting," 
 said Craig. 
 
 Nick Gerard smiled. 
 
 " I should say you had. There are several 
 thousands to your credit," he rejoined. 
 
 " What do you think of the dark bay the 
 fellow that won to-day ? " 
 
 "Barellan? Oh, he's all right. A pretty 
 fair horse 1 should say."
 
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 " Yes, he is, a good deal better than you 
 think." 
 
 " Is he ? I've seen him at work on the track. 
 He won to-day, but I don't think he's the best 
 you've got." 
 
 " No ? Which is ? " 
 
 " Flash." 
 
 Bellshaw smiled in his peculiar way as he 
 said, "Perhaps he's a better track horse, 
 but I'm sure Barellan is the better horse 
 in a race, especially over a distance." 
 
 " He may be. When are you going back 
 West ? " 
 
 " Not yet. I'm sick of it. We've had such 
 a long dry spell, but now we've had rain, a 
 real soaker. We wanted it badly enough." 
 
 " It must be terrible when you have no 
 rain for months." 
 
 " It is. You're lucky to be here always." 
 
 " Why don't you give it up now you've 
 made your pile ? " 
 
 " Throw it up ? I can't afford it. You 
 don't know what's hanging to Mintaro." 
 
 " A good deal, no doubt, but you're a single
 
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 man, with no one dependent on you. It seems 
 to me you're wasting your time. You've 
 worked hard enough," argued Nick. 
 
 " So I have, but I couldn't live in Sydney 
 always, any more than I could at Mintaro." 
 
 They talked for some little time. Even- 
 tually Gerard bade him good night and went 
 over to Tattersalls. The squatter walked 
 along Pitt Street, then hailing a cab drove 
 to Surrey Hills. He called at a house, remained 
 some time, then drove to Circular Quay, 
 catching the last boat to Manly. It was 
 beautiful on the harbour ; a cool breeze was 
 blowing from the heads. The moon shone, 
 and as he leaned over the side he saw his 
 face reflected in the water. This was peculiar. 
 He did not remember having seen such a 
 thing before. As he looked he clutched the 
 rail with both hands, turned pale, and gasped. 
 Reflected beside his face was another face, 
 that of a young woman he had not noticed 
 a lady standing a short distance away from him 
 who was also looking over the side of the boat. 
 
 He staggered away and went to the fore
 
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 part of the steamer, where there was more 
 breeze, and sat down. The perspiration broke 
 out all over him. He felt faint for the first 
 time in his life. 
 
 " I saw it. I'm sure of it, and it was like 
 her face. I'm a fool to be frightened at a 
 shadow on the water," and he laughed harshly, 
 a mirthless sound.
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 WAYS AND MEANS 
 
 THREE men and a woman arrived in Sydney 
 by the mail train from Bourke ; there were 
 not many passengers, and they attracted 
 some attention. It was evident they came 
 from out back, their appearance denoted it ; 
 they were clothed in a rough country style. 
 They were Glen Leigh, Jim Benny, Bill Bigs, 
 and the woman. They had very little luggage ; 
 it was contained in a couple of bundles, 
 " swags," that could be strapped on the back, 
 slung over a shoulder, or carried in the hand. 
 Many people in Sydney have seen the once 
 familiar figure of a tall Queensland millionaire 
 walking along George Street with a similar 
 outfit. In appearance Glen Leigh was not 
 unlike him, only younger. 
 
 A porter watched them as they walked out 
 of the station. They all seemed solicitous 
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 about the woman. The man understood 
 the three, the female he was puzzled about. 
 
 " They can't have picked her up coming 
 in the train. She belongs to one of them. 
 I wonder which. The tall chap, perhaps. 
 He's a big 'un ; I fancy I've seen him before. 
 I wonder where they're bound f or ? " 
 
 The porter's attention was claimed and he 
 forgot all about them. 
 
 " There's a coffee place in Lower George 
 Street that will do us for a time," said Glen, 
 "till we've had a look round." 
 
 The woman stared about her wonderingly. 
 If she had ever been in a large city it was evident 
 she had forgotten all about it. 
 
 Since her illness, which was not yet shaken 
 off, she had developed in body and mind, 
 although as regards the latter it was to a great 
 extent blank as to the past. She had some 
 colour in her cheeks. There were signs that 
 she would be pretty, with a good figure, 
 and be an attractive woman. 
 
 She made no remarks as Glen and Jim walked 
 on either side of her, Bigs following behind
 
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 with the larger bundle. Several people turned 
 to look at them as they went along. 
 
 The coffee house was large, but unpreten- 
 tious, the locality being none of the best. It 
 was at the Circular Quay end of George Street, 
 and Chinamen's shops and dens abounded 
 dull dirty places, with a few empty tea chests 
 in the windows, and bits of paper with Chinese 
 characters scrawled, or printed on, in various 
 colours, like cracker coverings on a table 
 after a riotous Boxing Day dinner. In several 
 of the shop doorways Chinamen leaned against 
 the posts, seldom moving when a customer 
 pushed by them into the shop, bent on playing 
 fan tan, or smoking opium. 
 
 " The Chinkies might have been propped 
 up there since I was here last, and that's a 
 few years ago," laughed Bigs. 
 
 " Rotten lot," said Jim. 
 
 " Most of 'em. I've met one or two decent 
 pigtails out West," Bill answered. 
 
 When the woman caught sight of the 
 Chinaman it had a most peculiar effect upon 
 her. She shrank close to Glen, pushing him
 
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 on to the roadway, and almost slipping down 
 herself. He saw by her face that she was terri- 
 fied, and followed the direction of her glance. 
 It was fixed on a fat Chinaman standing in 
 his shop door looking across at them. He 
 was not exactly repulsive, but he was sleek 
 and oily. His face shone, his cheeks hung 
 low, he had a double chin, and his eyes were 
 like nuts fixed in slits. 
 
 " There's nothing to be afraid of," said 
 Glen. "If he is a nasty-looking beggar I 
 daresay he's harmless." 
 
 Jim and Bill noticed her agitation and scowled 
 at the Chinaman, who returned the challenge 
 with a broad grin, showing his yellow teeth. 
 
 She trembled violently. Her hand shook 
 as it clasped Glen's arm with a tight squeeze. 
 He hurried her on ; she was quite willing. It 
 was not until they were inside the coffee house 
 that she recovered. 
 
 " You don't like the Chinamen ? " asked 
 Glen. 
 
 " I hate them. They frighten me," she said. 
 
 I wonder why ? thought Glen, as a maid 
 came to show her her room.
 
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 She looked back and asked, " Where is 
 your room ? " 
 
 " I don't know yet," returned Glen. 
 
 " Please don't go far away from me. Please 
 don't." 
 
 "All right," replied Glen. "I'll see to 
 that." 
 
 The maid smiled, but Glen's scowl quickly 
 frightened it away. 
 
 " We'll have to fix something up," he said. 
 " She'd better be somebody's sister. I'm too 
 old ; you take it on, Jim." 
 
 " Yes, Jim's most suitable. He's not much 
 older a matter of three or four years," agreed 
 Bill. 
 
 "His sister !' v 
 
 Jim didn't like the relationship. Once it 
 was established it might be difficult to induce her 
 to change the feeling. He must accept, 
 however ; there was no excuse for not doing so. 
 
 "Very well, that's settled. I'll tell her 
 about it," went on Glen. "Try and explain to 
 her, but she's as simple as a child, and won't 
 understand the reason for it."
 
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 She was tired. The maid, who regarded 
 her curiously, saw she was weak, and asked 
 her if she had been ill. She said she had been 
 very ill, for a long time, and she wanted rest. 
 
 " Lie down on the bed. Let me take 
 your boots off. I'll draw the curtain round, 
 and you can have a sleep. It will do you 
 good. Have you travelled f ar ? " 
 
 " From Bourke." 
 
 " Where's that ? " 
 
 " In the West. Some hundreds of miles 
 away." 
 
 This excited the maid's compassion. She 
 was a good-natured kind girl, but fond of 
 admiration, and she had seen a great deal 
 of life since she came out as an emigrant 
 from the old country. 
 
 " I'll be back in a minute," she said as she 
 left the room. She went to ask if she could 
 remain with her for a short time, and receiving 
 a reply in the affirmative returned, after 
 telling Glen she had persuaded her to rest. 
 
 " She's my friend's sister," and he pointed 
 to Jim. " She's been very ill ; take care 
 of her."
 
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 "I'll look after her. I'm sorry I smiled 
 as I did, but " 
 
 " But what ? " asked Glen. 
 
 " Oh, nothing. We see some queer folks 
 here sometimes," she said. 
 
 " I daresay you do," replied Glen, " but 
 we're all right. You needn't be afraid of any 
 of us." 
 
 " I'm not," she retorted, unable to resist 
 laughing at him. 
 
 "That girl's better than I thought," he 
 remarked when she had gone. 
 
 " They often are, if you'll only take time 
 to find it out," said Bill. 
 
 " Where's Jim ? " 
 
 " He must have just gone out. I don't 
 think he liked the sister business," 
 
 " Why not ? " Glen asked, surprised. 
 
 " That remains to be seen," Bill answered, 
 and the remark made Glen thoughtful. 
 
 Jim came in again and they had a council 
 of ways and means. 
 
 Bill Bigs had a considerable sum of money. 
 He had not half-poisoned the inhabitants
 
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 of Boonara, and the keepers of the fence, 
 and others, without making a handsome 
 profit on his concoctions. His dealings in 
 hay and provender of various kinds had been 
 another source of income. Occasional loans, 
 at heavy risks, and corresponding interest, 
 had also brought grist to the mill. 
 
 The sale of his shanty to Garry Backham 
 brought him in several hundred pounds, 
 about twice the amount he valued it at, 
 and he had not yet recovered from the surprise 
 at his good luck, or at the fact that Garry 
 had found the ready money in a lump sum. 
 Altogether he had a few thousands at his 
 back. 
 
 Glen Leigh had more money than the 
 other two would have thought possible. He 
 had it stowed away in a bank in Sydney, 
 where it had remained, and been added to, 
 ever since he had been on the fence. 
 
 Jim Benny had a few pounds which he 
 carried with him. 
 
 "I'll look round," said Bill. "I'm the 
 business man. I reckon I'd best stick to my
 
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 own line and buy a ' house ' if I can find a 
 decent one at a fair price." 
 
 " It's about the best thing you can do," 
 agreed Glen. 
 
 " And if I succeed, you two, and the girl, 
 must put up with me until you find work," 
 went on Bill. 
 
 Glen laughed. 
 
 " What sort of work ? " he asked. 
 
 "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.
 
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 " I'm willing to do anything you wish," 
 Jim declared. 
 
 " If I manage to make the necessary arrange- 
 ments," 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.
 
 CHAPTER IX 
 
 THE CHINAMAN'S SHOP 
 
 BILL BIGS met a good many Chinamen, 
 and had dealings with them, always finding 
 thefn keen business fellows, moderately honest, 
 though some were arrant rogues. 
 
 He went out of the coffee house to look 
 round, and saw the fat Chinaman still standing 
 in his doorway like a statue, as though he 
 had not moved since they saw him before 
 entering the house. 
 
 The name on the shop was Lin Soo. Probably 
 
 this was the name of the man at the door . 
 
 i 
 
 at any rate something prompted Bill to 
 cross the road and look in at the shop window. 
 He saw three tea chests, which he guessed 
 were empty, a couple of Chinese bowls, a vase 
 with strange hideous dragons painted or 
 burnt on, an ivory-handled stick, a hat, a 
 pile of chop-sticks, a bundle of red papers,
 
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 and a cat slumbering serenely among the 
 miscellaneous collection. 
 
 " Is the cat for sale ? " he asked the man. 
 
 The Chinaman smiled. 
 
 " Not for sale. A good cat ; he catchee 
 mice, cockroaches." 
 
 " I didn't know there were any mice here." 
 
 " He catchee them if they were here," 
 grinned the man. 
 
 " Your name is Lin Soo ? " 
 
 The Chinaman nodded. 
 
 ' You speak very good English," said Bill. 
 
 " Been in Sydney years," he replied. 
 
 " And made a heap of money," said Bill. 
 
 " No. Chinaman no chance with the white 
 man," said Lin solemnly. 
 
 Bill laughed. 
 
 ' You yellow heathen, I know better than 
 that. Are you a tea dealer ? " 
 
 Lin Soo nodded ; it was a habit, and when 
 he did so his cheeks flapped and his eyelids 
 fell up and down like trap doors. 
 
 " Sell me half a pound of good tea," said 
 Bill.
 
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 Lin Soo turned and walked into the shop. 
 Bill followed. He did not want any tea, 
 and Lin Soo knew it. 
 
 The Chinaman went behind the counter, 
 leaning on it with his elbows. 
 
 " What do you want ? " he asked. 
 
 " Tea." 
 
 Lin Soo grunted. 
 
 " You no fool," he said. 
 
 Bill laughed. 
 
 " How do you know ? " 
 
 " You want no tea." 
 
 " What do I want ? " 
 
 Lin Soo's head wagged again. 
 
 " Guess," said Bill. 
 
 " Give it up," replied Lin. 
 
 " Why did you leer at the girl we had with 
 us ? You frightened her, you oily beast," 
 said Bill. 
 
 Lin Soo started back. This was evidently 
 unexpected, and Bill was a formidable fellow 
 to tackle. 
 
 Lin Soo protested he had not stared at her. 
 Lots of silly women were frightened at China-
 
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 men why he didn't know. They had no 
 cause to be. 
 
 " They have every cause," said Bill. "China- 
 men have ruined many white women. Some 
 of you yellow dogs buy and sell our girls, 
 and trade them to human beasts, who disgrace 
 their colour. They're worse than you fellows." 
 
 " Much worse," agreed Lin. " You know 
 about it ? " 
 
 " About what ? " 
 
 " Trading in white girls." 
 
 " Yes, you scoundrel. I expect you've been 
 at it." 
 
 Lin Soo protested. He was a good Chinaman, 
 not one of that sort. 
 
 Bill noticed the leer in his eyes, and concluded 
 he was a deep-dyed rogue 
 
 " Have you ever been out West ? " he 
 asked out of curiosity. 
 
 Lin Soo said he had. A few years ago he 
 had business in Bourke. 
 
 Bill became interested. What took him 
 to Bourke ? 
 
 Dealings with a big man, a man of money.
 
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 He did not live at Bourke, but he met him, 
 Lin Soo, there. 
 
 " What sort of dealings ? " queried Bill. 
 
 Lin Soo would not disclose them. 
 
 Bill questioned him for some time, and dis- 
 covered that he might smoke opium there 
 if he wished; also that he might gamble for 
 a considerable sum if he so desired. 
 
 He left the shop, wondering what had induced 
 him to waste his time there. 
 
 Lin Soo watched him go up the street, 
 scowled after him, called him bad names and 
 cursed him in some horrible guttural way. 
 
 " You sneaking round me," he said. "Better 
 take care. Lin Soo stand no fool play. Me 
 stare at white woman ! Why not ? Me had 
 dealings with many white women. Business 
 in Bourke with what you call squatter and 
 white woman. Tell him? Not muchy!" 
 
 Bill walked into Pitt Street. When he 
 came to the corner of Market Street he 
 stopped and stared. 
 
 That looks uncommonly like Craig Bell- 
 shaw, he thought.
 
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 The man he had seen turned round and 
 came towards him. It was Bellshaw. He 
 saw Bill Bigs and recognised him. 
 
 " You here, Bigs ? What brings you to 
 Sydney ? " 
 
 " I've sold out." 
 
 " Have you ? Tired of Boonara, eh ? " 
 
 "It's hardly a paradise as you know, and 
 I got a good price for the place, so I thought 
 I'd quit." 
 
 " I expect you've knocked up a nice little 
 pile out of the natives, the fencers, and my 
 men, shearers, and so on. I had a nip or 
 two at your shanty. I can taste it yet. What 
 horrible stuff you sold," said Craig. 
 
 " No worse than others sell. No worse 
 than the man who bought me out will sell." 
 
 " Who bought you out ? " 
 
 " Don't you know ? " 
 
 " How should I ?" 
 
 " Garry Backham. He paid cash down, too. 
 I wonder where he came by it ? I don't 
 suppose you've been over liberal with him," 
 said Bill. He watched Bellshaw as he spoke,
 
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 and the squatter returned his glance without 
 a flicker. 
 
 " Garry's bought you out ? I wondered 
 why he wanted to leave me/' replied Bellshav/. 
 
 He's lying, thought Bill, and wondered 
 why. 
 
 " He'll not find it all profit," said Bill. 
 
 Bellshaw laughed. 
 
 "I don't expect he will," he agreed. "Who's 
 there now looking after the place ? " 
 
 "He is." 
 
 " You mean he's left Mintaro and gone 
 to Boonara ? " 
 
 " That's about it. He was in the house 
 when I came away." 
 
 " The scoundrel. He's neglected my 
 interests. He shall pay for it. He'd no 
 business to leave Mintaro until I returned." 
 
 " I expect Mintaro will be all right. You've 
 plenty of hands there." 
 
 Bellshaw laughed again. 
 
 " I daresay they'll pull through somehow," 
 he said. 
 
 When Craig Bellshaw left him Bill went 
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 back to the coffee house, and told them he 
 had seen him. 
 
 " Did he say when he was returning ? " 
 asked Glen. " I don't want to meet him: 
 He's not my kind. Besides he might try and 
 make it nasty over leaving the fence. He's 
 one of that sort." 
 
 " He's sure to be going back soon. He's 
 been here some time I fancy. I wonder why 
 he tried to make me believe he knew nothing 
 about Garry Backham taking my place ? 
 It's all bunkum. He knew right enough, 
 but he must have some reason for trying to 
 hide it," said Bill. 
 
 " If all I've heard about Mintaro is correct 
 there are some queer goings on at times. 
 I've never been there, but one of the fellows 
 on the fence, Abe Carew, was employed by 
 him for a long time. He offended Bellshaw, 
 who kicked him out, and he was very sore 
 about it. He gave him a nice character. 
 I didn't believe it all, of course, but no doubt 
 a lot of it's true," Glen remarked. 
 
 " Bellshaw's one of those queer sorts, you
 
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 never know what they are up to, never know 
 when you've got 'em. He's been in my place 
 and said things I knew were lies, and he seemed 
 to have no reason for it, but he must have had," 
 said Bill. 
 
 " Some fellows lie for the sake of lying," 
 Glen answered. 
 
 The woman slept all night until late next 
 morning. When she came into the large room 
 Glen was the only one in it. She went straight 
 up to him, holding out both hands. When 
 he took them she kissed him. The hot blood 
 surged in his veins. Was she always going 
 to do this ? He was glad no one saw it. 
 
 " You feel much 'better ? " he asked when 
 he had recovered his equanimity. 
 
 " Almost well. Sleep is wonderful. Are 
 we going to live here ? " she returned. 
 
 " No. This is a sort of hotel. We are 
 staying here until we find a home." 
 
 " Why did we leave home ? " she asked. 
 
 " It was impossible to stay there ; there 
 was only one room in the hut." 
 
 " Wasn't it always like that ? " she asked 
 as though trying to recall something.
 
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 " No, not always. Can't you remember ? " 
 
 " Remember what ? " 
 
 " Where you came from when you came 
 to the hut." 
 
 She laughed. 
 
 " How funny you are. You know I always 
 Jived there." 
 
 " With me, and Jim, and Bill ? " he asked. 
 
 She seemed puzzled. 
 
 " It must have been so, and yet " she put 
 her hand to her head. 
 
 He watched her. Would she remember, 
 or would he have to wait ? That it would 
 all come back to her some day he was certain, 
 and then 
 
 She was at the window, looking into the 
 street. Lin Soo's shop was nearly opposite, 
 but he was not visible. 
 
 A dark man walked rapidly along, and was 
 about to enter Lin Soo's when a cab horse 
 slipped and fell. This attracted his attention. 
 He turned round with the intention of going 
 to assist the driver, but the horse struggled 
 to his feet unaided.
 
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 As the man looked across the road the 
 woman at the window gave a faint cry. Glen 
 was at her side in a moment. 
 
 "What is it?" he asked. 
 
 " That man, the dark man, looking this 
 way. I've seen him before. Who is he ? 
 Do you know ? " she said in an agitated voice. 
 
 It was Craig Bellshaw.
 
 CHAPTER X 
 
 THE ACCUSATION 
 
 " HAVE you seen him before ? Do you know 
 him ? His name is Craig Bellshaw. He lives 
 at Mintaro, a big homestead, some miles 
 from the hut, the home we left," said Glen. 
 
 The fear, or whatever it was, passed. She 
 smiled. No, she did not know him, nor 
 had she heard the name. 
 
 " Perhaps you knew someone like him ? " 
 Glen suggested. 
 
 She shook her head. She did not remember. 
 
 Much to Glen's surprise he saw Bellshaw 
 go into Lin Soo's shop. He came out again 
 in about a quarter of an hour, hailed a passing 
 hansom, and drove away. 
 
 Why had he gone into the Chinaman's ? 
 It was about the last place Glen would have 
 expected to see him in. He told Bill what 
 had happened. They could make nothing 
 of it, but it made a deep impression on them. 
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 Craig Bellshaw was uneasy. The face on 
 the water troubled him ; it haunted him as 
 he walked about. He left Sydney suddenly 
 and returned to Mintaro, where he arrived 
 unexpectedly. He found everything going 
 on as usual. Garry Backham had put a man 
 in charge of the shanty at Boonara, and 
 returned to his duties until such time as 
 Bellshaw came back. 
 
 " I met Bigs in Sydney," said Bellshaw. 
 " He told me you went into his place the day 
 he left, and handed it over to you. I sup- 
 pose you came back when he had gone ? " 
 
 " Yes. I thought it best to make sure 
 of the place. Bigs is a shifty customer. If 
 I'd left him in charge he might have done 
 me out of no end of things," returned Garry. 
 
 " Probably he would. He seemed surprised 
 when I told him I didn't know you had bought 
 him out." 
 
 Garry grinned. 
 
 " Of course you didn't know. How should 
 
 you ? " 
 
 The two men looked hard at each other.
 
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 " Joe Calder's dead," said Garry. 
 
 Bellshaw started. 
 
 " Dead," he exclaimed. 
 
 " Murdered. Shot through the heart." 
 
 " Who did it ? " 
 
 " Nobody knows, but I have a suspicion," 
 Garry answered. " He's buried, and so far 
 as that goes it's done with, but he was a 
 friend of mine, and yours, and we ought to 
 do something," 
 
 "I shan't. Let it be, man. What's the 
 good of kicking up a fuss?" argued Bellshaw. 
 
 " Two men have cleared out from the fence." 
 
 " Who are they ? " 
 
 " Glen Leigh and Jim Benny." 
 
 " Good riddance to them. They were 
 rotters no good to me." 
 
 " You don't like Leigh. He's been one 
 too many for you once or twice." 
 
 " I hate him. It was Leigh who kicked 
 up a fuss about that mob of cattle that broke 
 the fencing down. He complained that I ought 
 to have them driven off, and said it was not 
 the duty of the keepers of the fence."
 
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 " It's part of their duty. They are a lazy 
 lot of beggars," replied Garry. " I fancy 
 Glen Leigh and Jim Benny know a good deal 
 about Joe Calder's death." 
 
 " Do you think that's why they have 
 cleared out ? " 
 
 " Yes. Don't you ? " 
 
 " It may have something to do with it ; 
 I wish I could find out." 
 
 " You said a minute or two back it was 
 best left alone," said Garry. 
 
 " But this is different. I'd like to put 
 a halter round Leigh's neck." 
 
 " Why ? Have you any strong reason ? " 
 
 "I'm told Abe Carew and he were pals, 
 and that Abe told him a good many things 
 about Mintaro. Calder gave me the informa- 
 tion," Bellshaw answered. 
 
 " Did he now, and Abe wouldn't spare 
 you, would he ? " 
 
 " Spare me ? W T hat do you mean ? He'd 
 tell a lot of infernal lies about me, the 
 scoundrel." 
 
 " You should be more careful how you send
 
 men away. You were not over polite to 
 him," said Garry. 
 
 " He didn't deserve it. He robbed me 
 right and left." 
 
 " I don't think he did. I told you so at 
 the time," 
 
 Bellshaw made an impatient gesture. 
 
 " You know nothing about it ; I shan't 
 be sorry when you're gone, Garry. You've 
 been getting above yourself for some time." 
 
 " You think so, do you ? I shan't be sorry 
 to get away from Mintaro. There's some 
 things a fellow can't stand." 
 
 Bellshaw laughed harshly. 
 
 " I didn't think you were soft, or chicken- 
 hearted," he said. 
 
 " I'm not, but I'd like to know what became 
 of the woman," retorted Garry. 
 
 " I told you I took her away with me 
 because I was tired of her, and that she was 
 going back to Sydney with me," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " Did she go to Sydney with you ? " 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " And she's there now ? "
 
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 " Yes." 
 
 " With her mother, I suppose," sneered 
 Garry. 
 
 " Never mind who she's with. She's all 
 right." 
 
 " I don't believe you took her to Sydney," 
 said Garry. 
 
 Bellshaw glared at him. 
 
 " Where else could I take her ? " he asked 
 fiercely. 
 
 " Nowhere." 
 
 " What do you mean by that ? " 
 
 " It's pretty lonely' about here. One woman 
 would not be missed." 
 
 Bellshaw caught him by the arm in a fierce 
 grip and raised his fist. 
 
 " Be careful, or I'll make it hot for you," 
 he snarled. 
 
 Garry wrenched himself free. 
 
 " Let me alone. I guess I'm a match for 
 you, and I'm not afraid of you, if other people 
 are," he cried. " You lent me the money 
 to buy Bill Bigs out. Well, it will be better 
 for you to make me a present of it."
 
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 Craig Bellshaw started back. 
 
 " Look," he said, " see that ? " and he pointed 
 to the wide verandah, built round the house. 
 
 " There's nothing there," answered Garry, 
 thinking he must have been doing it heavy 
 in Sydney and that the effects had not died 
 out. 
 
 " No, of course not," said Bellshaw, trying 
 to laugh it off. " So you say I had better 
 make you a present of it. Why ? " 
 
 " Because I know you did not take her 
 to Sydney," said Garry slowly. 
 
 " It's a lie," roared Bellshaw. 
 
 " No it isn't, and you know it. Where 
 is she now ? " 
 
 "That's my affair." 
 
 " You can't tell me. I'm worth a few hun- 
 dreds. I'll bet them you can't tell me," 
 Garry persisted. 
 
 " This is foolishness. Wliat the deuce have 
 you got into your head ? " 
 
 " More than you think. I know you travelled 
 to Sydney alone," replied Garry. 
 
 " And supposing I did, you fool, do you
 
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 expect I'd travel in the same carriage with 
 her?" 
 
 " Maybe not, but you'd have been only 
 too glad to have gone anywhere with her 
 a couple of years back," Garry retorted. 
 
 " It was her own fault. She was tired of 
 my company. She behaved badly. I treated 
 her well," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " When you first brought her from Bourke 
 you did, but I don't think she ever forgave, 
 or forgot, how she came here. It was a 
 blackguardly trick to play her." 
 
 " What trick ? " 
 
 " Oh, stow that. Do you mean to say you 
 think 1 don't know ? I'm no fool. She was 
 dazed, drugged, or something, when she came. 
 Why it was more than a week before she found 
 out where she was, and she had to stay because 
 she couldn't get away. There was nowhere 
 to go." 
 
 " We'll drop all that. She's safe enough 
 now. Don't bother your head about her." 
 
 " But that's just what I do. I might have 
 saved her. I could have done so if I'd had
 
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 the pluck, but you bought me off, and I hate 
 myself for it. Do you know what I think ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 '' You can have it whether you like it or 
 not I think you've done away with her." 
 
 Bellshaw stepped up to him in a threatening 
 attitude. 
 
 " Stand back," said Garry, pulling out his 
 revolver. " I found this near the big water 
 hole when I was having a ride round." 
 
 He pulled a handkerchief and a piece of 
 ribbon out of his pocket. 
 
 " Well ? " Bellshaw asked. 
 
 " There'd been a struggle near the water 
 hole, but she wasn't in there. I made sure 
 of that, but you left her there, and she's 
 as dead as if you'd shoved her in. She'd 
 starve, die of thirst, go mad wandering about. 
 It would have been more merciful to strangle 
 her. I saw her tracks for some distance, 
 but I couldn't follow them far ; the ground 
 soon dries up. She's no more in Sydney 
 than I am, and you've done a brutal, cowardly 
 act, Craig Bellshaw ! "
 
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 Bellshaw made no answer, and Garry 
 went on, " It'll come home to you some day, 
 mark my words if it doesn't. If I thought 
 she was alive I'd be mighty glad, for I feel 
 as though I had a hand in it. When I saw 
 her drive away with you something told me 
 you meant mischief, but I never thought 
 you'd kill her by inches. Hadn't she suffered 
 enough at your hands that you must let her 
 die such a terrible death ? " 
 
 " Have you done ? " asked Bellshaw quietly. 
 His tone surprised Garry. 
 
 " Yes, I've said enough, and you know 
 the bulk of it's true." 
 
 " You may think it is, although it's a poor 
 recompense for all I have done for you. 
 However, I bear you no malice. I have 
 only one request to make." 
 
 " What is it ? " asked Garry. 
 
 " Keep your thoughts to yourself The 
 law is powerful. There's more than that 
 in this part of the country I am the law, and 
 I can take it into my own hands without fear 
 of being called to account. You've seen
 
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 me do it ; you know I'm not a man to be 
 cowed, that I do not fear you, or any other 
 man, nor what you say, or do. Listen to 
 me, Garry Backham. There are men round 
 Mintaro who will do my bidding for money, 
 no matter what it is I ask. You know the 
 sort of men, desperate, some of them, the 
 worst of criminals. If I hear any of the lies 
 you have said repeated I will burn your 
 place to the ground, and you with it. You 
 had best keep a still tongue." 
 
 Garry knew he was capable of carrying out 
 his threats, and that he had the men to do 
 what he willed. He believed the accusation 
 he had brought, but he had no wish to run 
 into grave danger. 
 
 " You'll think about that money, Mr. 
 Bellshaw," he said. 
 
 " You mean giving it you, not lending it ? " 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " It depends upon yourself," was the reply.
 
 CHAPTER XI 
 
 JERRY, JOURNALIST 
 
 IN a small house, in a side street, off Moore 
 Park, the woman who came to Sydney with 
 Glen Leigh, and the other two, had rooms. 
 It had been decided to call her Clara Benny, 
 as it was necessary she should have a name, 
 and to install her here. Mrs. Dell, who 
 kept the house, was a widow, a respectable 
 woman in reduced circumstances, and she had 
 promised to do what she could for her lodger. 
 Clara could not understand it. She w r anted 
 the three to be with her. They had always 
 been together. Why should they leave her 
 alone ? It was useless to try and explain, 
 and no attempt was made. Glen said it 
 was necessary because they had to work, 
 and it would be better for her to have a 
 kind motherly woman to look after her ; 
 this made her more contented, and one of 
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 them called to see her every day. Mrs. 
 Dell was puzzled over her lodger ; she fancied 
 she suffered from some brain trouble, but she 
 liked her from the first, and quickly came to 
 love her ; she looked upon her as a substitute 
 for her own girl, who had died of consumption 
 at about the same age. Clara repaid this 
 affection, and in a very short time they became 
 inseparable. The money she received for 
 her board and lodging was a great help to 
 Mrs. Dell, and Glen Leigh was always supplying 
 some delicacy for the table. 
 
 Bill Bigs succeeded in finding a small hotel 
 to his liking in Castlereagh Street. The seller 
 came into some money, and sailing for England, 
 was glad to find a buyer at a reasonable 
 price. The house was in bad condition, but 
 Bill, with his usual energy, quickly set to 
 work, and in a few weeks it was spick and 
 span, clean and inviting. There was a steady 
 trade, and a fair number of customers frequented 
 the place many theatrical, sporting and press- 
 men, with whom he became popular. 
 
 Jerry Makeshift, of " The Sketch," found
 
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 good copy in Bill. Jerry was one of the most 
 popular men in Sydney, a wonderfully clever 
 black and white artist, a born joker, and an 
 excellent writer of highly sensational news, 
 in paragraphs, or columns, as required. He 
 had one failing, not an unusual one in these 
 days. He was fond of his glass and hilarious 
 company, and as he always had a lot of admirers 
 following in his wake he soon brought genial 
 customers to " The Kangaroo," as Bill curiously 
 named the place. Jerry Makeshift extracted 
 from Bill much interesting press matter about 
 Boonara, and the district surrounding it ; 
 also about the keepers of the fence. 
 
 The clever journalist was astounded at 
 what he heard, especially about the men 
 on the rabbit-proof fence. In a hazy sort 
 of way he had heard of them before, but 
 when Bill began to talk about them, with 
 intimate knowledge, Jerry opened his eyes. 
 
 " I'll introduce you to two of 'em," said 
 Bill. " They are staying with me. In fact 
 they came to Sydney with me from the for- 
 saken place. They found the life too much
 
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 for 'em, and you bet it must be awful when 
 such men as they throw it up." 
 
 " I'd like to meet them," replied Jerry. 
 " How is it I have not done so before ? " 
 
 " Well, it's this way. They're busy. They've 
 got a scheme in hand that I suggested, and I 
 think it's just the thing for 'em and will pay 
 well," and he explained about the buck- 
 jumping exhibition. 
 
 " By Jove, that's a capital idea," said 
 Jerry, who saw the possibilities at once. 
 
 " You might be able to give it a lift," 
 suggested Bill cautiously. 
 
 "Probably. I will if I can, but I must 
 hear more about it," Jerry answered. 
 
 " Come in to-night, and I'll introduce 
 you to Glen Leigh. He's the chap, a wonderful 
 man, as straight as a die, big, strong, a rough 
 customer, but with the heart of a child when 
 anything appeals to his better nature. Why 
 he went on the fence the Lord only knows. 
 I remember him arriving in Boonara. It 
 caused quite a sensation. No one could 
 make him out then, and no one made him
 
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 out before he left. A mystery man, that's 
 what he is. Don't forget to-night. I'll have 
 a decent dinner for you, and a bottle of the 
 right stuff, and you can talk in my room to 
 your heart's content." 
 
 " That will suit me," said Jerry as he went 
 out. 
 
 "He's a good sort," thought Bill. "He ought 
 to be able to boom the show when it starts." 
 
 Glen Leigh was averse to talking with 
 strangers, but Bill persuaded him to meet 
 Jerry Makeshift. 
 
 "It's the fellow who draws those funny things 
 that catch the eye on the front page of ' The 
 Sketch.' They're the cleverest things out, 
 and ' The Sketch ' is the best paper of its 
 kind in Australia. It goes all over the place. 
 It even got as far as Boonara," said Bill. 
 
 " And I've had many a copy in my hut," 
 answered Glen. " I don't mind meeting a 
 man like that. He's out of the common. 
 He can teach you something. " 
 
 "That's settled," said Bill. "He'll be 
 here at seven, and mind you pitch it him strong
 
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 about the show. He'll ask you about work 
 on the fence. Tell him what it's like ; he'll 
 appreciate it." 
 
 Jerry Makeshift was punctual. He loved 
 a good dinner and he sniffed appreciatively 
 as he came into the house. Jim Benny was 
 away, so Glen went upstairs with his companion, 
 and they did full justice to Bill's good things, 
 which he laid himself out to supply. 
 
 Jerry at once saw that Glen Leigh was no 
 ordinary man, and that he would have to 
 be handled in anything but an orthodox 
 fashion. With his usual skill in such matters 
 he set to work to propitiate him, and succeeded 
 so well that at the end of the dinner Glen 
 was talking freely to him. He told him all 
 about the glittering wire, of the awful loneliness 
 of the life, the terrible droughts, the millions 
 of rabbits, how they died in hundreds of 
 thousands from lack of food, and their bones 
 were piled up in great heaps. He told of 
 the losses of sheep and cattle, how squatters 
 were almost ruined, and had to borrow money 
 to go on with. He pictured the thousands
 
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 of square miles of desolate land without a 
 blade of grass ; then suddenly the rain fell in 
 torrents and in twenty-four hours came the 
 glorious change from baked brown to verdant 
 glistening green which covered the earth like 
 a brilliant carpet, dazzling the eyes, that had 
 been accustomed to dead colours for months 
 at a stretch. 
 
 Then he went on to describe the life on the 
 fence, the men, their varied characters ; some 
 strange stories he told of crime and criminals 
 that he heard w r hen he was one of the keepers. 
 His language was plain and simple so that 
 every word hit home. 
 
 Jerry Makeshift listened with his eyes 
 fixed intently on Glen Leigh's face. As he 
 talked he seemed to forget where he was; 
 he was back again in his old surroundings, 
 in the hut, in Bill's shanty at Boonara. He 
 stopped suddenly. There must be no mention 
 of Clara Benny, the woman in the hut, or 
 how they came to Sydney. 
 
 " I never heard such a thrilling, interesting, 
 story before," said Jerry, who knew he had
 
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 discovered a storehouse of fresh copy in Glen 
 Leigh. Apart from this Leigh had won his 
 wayward, roving nature completely. Here 
 was a man after his own heart, a man who 
 had seen much and done more, a worker at 
 the hardest kind of work, who went grinding 
 on in solitude with no word of encouragement 
 from a living soul. 
 
 Glen Leigh had made a staunch friend. 
 He did not think he had done anything, or 
 said anything, out of the common. That was 
 where he proved so attractive to Jerry. The 
 practised journalist knew every word he heard 
 was true, that no exaggeration was here. 
 On the contrary the reality must have been 
 ten times worse than it was described. 
 
 " Tell me about this buckjumping show 
 Bigs mentioned," said Jerry. 
 
 Glen smiled. 
 
 " Bill's sanguine, too sanguine, about that." 
 
 " I don't think he is. There are great pos- 
 sibilities in it," Jerry answered. 
 
 " Maybe so, but it'll take a lot of working 
 up."
 
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 " I'll do what I can for you, "promised Jerry. 
 
 " You will! That's good of you. I reckon 
 a few words from you, or a sketch from your 
 pen, goes a long way with the public," replied 
 Glen. 
 
 Jerry laughed. There was not an atom of 
 conceit about him. 
 
 "I do my best to amuse the public. I 
 fancy I manage it all right somehow, but 
 heaven knows where the talent I possess 
 comes from, for I never had much education. 
 I'm what they call self-taught." 
 
 " Then you were a better teacher than 
 hundreds of men who profess to know a heap 
 of things," declared Glen. 
 
 "Perhaps so. A battle with the world 
 when you're young is a good education in 
 itself," replied Jerry. 
 
 Glen told him how " The Sketch," and 
 Jerry's drawings, were to be found even on the 
 fence and in Boonara. 
 
 " I've spent hours over 'em," he said. 
 " The man who can make a keeper of the fence 
 laugh deserves a big pension for life."
 
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 Jerry pulled " The Sketch " out of his 
 pocket. 
 
 " That's the latest. Just off the press 
 I'll leave it you." 
 
 A paper fell on the floor. Jerry picked it up 
 
 " Have you seen this ? " he asked. 
 
 " What is it ? " 
 
 " Tattersalls' Hundred Thousand Pound 
 Sweep on the Melbourne Cup. You ought 
 to try your luck in it," said Jerry.
 
 CHAPTER XII 
 
 IN SEARCH OF HORSES 
 
 "I THINK I'll risk a pound," said Glen laughing. 
 
 " A hundred thousand pound sweep is not 
 bad, and the winner takes about a fourth 
 of it," Jerry answered. 
 
 " Twenty-five thousand. That would do 
 me all right. No occasion for more work. 
 I'd buy a nice little property and be comfort- 
 able for the remainder of my life," said Glen. 
 
 They parted in a very cordial manner. 
 It was not often Glen let himself go like this, 
 but he liked Jerry, and when he was fond of 
 a man he was not slow to show it. 
 
 Glen went West next day and forgot all 
 about the ticket, but there was plenty of 
 time as the sweep did not close for several 
 weeks. 
 
 He went on a purchasing expedition, to buy 
 horses for the show, while Bill Bigs and Jim 
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 Benny were preparing the way in Sydney 
 for an opening in the exhibition building, 
 which had already been secured. Jim had 
 no desire to go into the Boonara district again 
 after what had happened. There was no 
 telling what rumours might be about. As a 
 matter of fact Garry Backham was sorry 
 he had thrown out a hint to Craig Bellshaw. 
 He might be inclined to follow it up. 
 
 Garry was very much surprised one morning 
 when Glen Leigh walked into his place and 
 bade him the time of day as though he had 
 seen him a few hours before. Leigh was a 
 cool hand and never flustered, except on special 
 occasions, when he knew he had been put 
 upon, or someone tried to bounce him. When 
 he flared up there were ructions, as more 
 than one man on the fence had found out 
 during his time there. 
 
 " You're about the last man I expected 
 to see in Boonara," said Garry. 
 
 " I daresay I am. I'm here on business. 
 I can put some money in your way if you'll 
 help me. We were never very friendly,
 
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 but that's all over. I daresay you have no 
 objections to earning money ? " 
 
 " None at all. We're most of us that 
 way inclined," replied Garry. " As to being 
 bad friends, don't you think that was mostly 
 your fault ? " 
 
 " No. There was a good bit of underhand 
 work on the fence, sneaking, and so on. Joe 
 Calder and you were pretty thick. I fancy 
 Bellshaw got some hints, true or untrue, from 
 the pair of you." 
 
 " He never got any from me, whatever 
 he did from Joe." 
 
 " Are you quite sure ? " 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " Well, I'll try and believe it. Joe Calder 
 paid for all the wrong he did." 
 
 " Do you know what some folks say about 
 here ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 " That either you, or Jim Benny, shot him, 
 and that's why you both cleared out." 
 
 " They say that, eh ? " 
 
 " Yes."
 
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 " They're wide of the mark. W r hy didn't 
 they say it before we left, not when our backs 
 were turned ? " asked Glen. 
 
 Garry smiled. 
 
 " It wouldn't do for a man to accuse you 
 to your face of murder," he answered. 
 
 " Then you don't hold me responsible 
 for Calder's death ? " Glen queried. 
 
 " Not likely, is it ? " answered Garry. 
 " What's the business you're here on ? " 
 
 " I want a dozen of the worst bucking 
 horses in the district. It swarms with bad 
 'uns of all sorts," said Glen. 
 
 " You're right. I never saw such brutes 
 in my life. Mintaro's overrun with them, 
 if one could only find them." 
 
 " Would Bellshaw sell some ? " asked Glen. 
 
 " I should say he'd be only too glad to get 
 rid of any you cared to pick." 
 
 " You can manage it, can't you ? You 
 were always on good terms with him," said 
 Glen. 
 
 " I'm not now," replied Garry. 
 
 Glen looked surprised. He thought Bell-
 
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 shaw found the money with which Garry 
 bought Bill Bigs out. 
 
 " You don't mind me saying it, but Bill 
 fancied Bellshaw found you the money for 
 this place," he said. 
 
 " 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 
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 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 tem- 
 perament." 
 
 " Where are these horses to be found ? " 
 
 "At the Five Rocks most likely. Do 
 you know where that is ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 " To the south of Mintaro, a good twenty 
 miles." 
 
 " And how the deuce am I to get at 'em ? 
 I shall want assistance." 
 
 " If you get Bellshaw's permission to bag 
 a dozen or two I'll go with you to get 'em 
 and take half a dozen men from here." 
 
 " That's a bargain," said Glen. " I expect
 
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 it will be tough work getting 'em into the 
 trucks when we have driven them as far 
 as Bourke, if ever we get 'em there." 
 
 " Never fear about that. I know how to 
 handle them. What are you going to do 
 with 'em when they reach Sydney ? " 
 
 Glen explained, and Garry thought the 
 idea splendid. He was quite sure it would 
 pay. He said he'd like to be in it. 
 
 " So you shall, Garry," said Glen, who 
 was one of the quick forgiving kind. " How 
 much ? " 
 
 " A couple of hundred or so." 
 
 "It's as good as done. Of course, I must 
 consult Bill. He's the prime mover, the 
 originator of the scheme." 
 
 " You'll stay the night ? " Garry asked. 
 
 " I've no time to spare. I must return as 
 soon as possible, so if you'll let me have a 
 fresh horse I'll ride on to Mintaro at once." 
 
 ' You can have the best I've got. It'll be 
 nothing very grand, but I'll find one that 
 will take you there." 
 
 He went out, leaving him in the bar. 
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 Glen as he looked round vividly recalled 
 the day he rode in from the hut to see Bill 
 on behalf of the woman. He wondered what 
 she was doing. Was Jim Benny with her ? 
 He did not like the idea of Jim seeing too much 
 of her. Yet it was foolish of him. Why 
 should he not see her as often as he wished ? 
 she was supposed to be his sister. 
 
 Garry returned and said the horse would be 
 round in a few minutes. 
 
 " Don't ruffle Bellshaw," he counselled. 
 " He's not been in the best of tempers since 
 he came home from Sydney." 
 
 " Bill had a talk with him in Pitt Street, 
 and I saw him. Where do you think he was 
 going ? " 
 
 " I don't know. He's a queer sort." 
 
 " Into a Chinaman's shop in Lower George 
 Street. A fellow named Lin Soo. A beastly- 
 looking Johnnie. I wonder what he went there 
 for ? " 
 
 Garry was glad Glen was not looking at 
 him or he might have seen his agitation and 
 wondered at it.
 
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 " He knows a lot of curious people," he 
 answered. "Probably he went to buy tea." 
 
 " It wasn't a tea shop, although that is 
 what Lin Soo pretends it is. I expect, from 
 what Bill said, it's an opium den, or worse." 
 
 " There are lots of 'em in Sydney," said 
 Garry with an assumption of carelessness. 
 
 "Plenty in that quarter. They ought to 
 root the whole lot out. It wouldn't be a bad 
 job if the places were burned down." 
 
 Glen went out, mounted, and had a parting 
 word with Garry, who said, " Remember what 
 I told you about Bellshaw. There's something 
 wrong with him, I'm certain." 
 
 " In what way ? " 
 
 " He talks a bit wild, and seems to have 
 something on his mind ; he sees things," and 
 he told Glen about the verandah incident. 
 " I put it down to the spree he'd probably 
 been on in Sydney." 
 
 "I'll humour him," replied Glen laughing. 
 "If he turns rusty I'll have to try and get 
 the horses elsewhere. There are plenty of 
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 " Heaps, but none half so good for your 
 purpose as those at the Five Rocks, by old 
 Tear'em, or one of his sons," said Garry. 
 
 Glen waved his hand as he rode away. Garry 
 watched him until horse and man became 
 specks in the distance. As he went inside 
 he muttered, " I think I can guess why Craig 
 Bellshaw went into Lin Soo's shop."
 
 CHAPTER XIII 
 
 LEIGH HEARS STRANGE THINGS 
 
 CRAIG BELI.SHAW was in an ill humour. He 
 had received a letter from Lin Soo which upset 
 him. The Chinaman said he had changed 
 his mind. He could not supply him with 
 what he required, it was too risky ; already 
 he had been in trouble with the police, and he 
 dare not undertake it. These were not the 
 exact words, for the letter was illiterate, but 
 Lin Soo made it plain enough to Bellshaw. 
 
 " He hasn't returned the money I advanced 
 him, but he'll have to if he doesn't fulfil 
 his part of the bargain. There's no risk, 
 at least not much, and he's done it before. 
 I can't live here without some sort of comfort." 
 
 His quarrel with Garry Backham made 
 
 him vindictive. He was rather afraid of 
 
 Garry after what he had said. The man 
 
 knew too much about certain things at Mintaro, 
 
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 doings, which, if they came to light, would get 
 him into serious trouble. He would have to 
 give Garry the money he had lent him, but 
 intended keeping him in suspense for a time. 
 
 Glen Leigh arrived at Mintaro in the evening. 
 When Bellshaw saw who his visitor was he 
 wondered what brought him there. It was 
 bold conduct on Leigh's part to come and 
 face him after deserting his post. 
 
 "Are you surprised to see me ? " asked Glen 
 as he dismounted, and Bellshaw came out. 
 
 " Yes, you're a cool hand." 
 
 " Why ? " 
 
 " I suppose you know I can have you 
 arrested for deserting ? " 
 
 Glen laughed. 
 
 " Who is to arrest me ? " 
 
 " I have the power." 
 
 " And who's to look after me if you arrest 
 me? " 
 
 " I can easily manage that." 
 
 " But you won't." 
 
 " Why not ? " 
 
 " Because it would only cause you trouble 
 and worry."
 
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 " What have you come for ? " 
 
 " To buy horses," replied Glen. 
 
 Bellshaw laughed as he said, " Turned 
 horse-dealer, have you ? " 
 
 " I'm on the look out for a dozen of the worst 
 buckjumpers I can find," said Glen. 
 
 " What for ? " 
 
 Glen explained. Bellshaw became interested. 
 There seemed to be money in the idea. 
 
 " You'll find plenty here, but you'll have to 
 sort them out yourself. I can't afford men 
 to help you." 
 
 "I'm prepared for that. Garry Backham 
 will find the men." 
 
 " Backham's behaved badly towards me ; 
 he's not to be trusted. I shouldn't advise 
 you to have much to do with him." 
 
 " He'll not get round me. I've had a long 
 talk with him. He tells me you put him 
 into Bigs's place ; it was good of you to help 
 him." 
 
 " And he's repaid me by the basest ingrati- 
 tude, but it's generally the way if you help 
 a man."
 
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 " It's not my way," said Glen. 
 
 " You'll stop the night ? " asked Bellshaw. 
 
 " Yes, if you'll put me up." 
 
 " There's heaps of room. You're welcome 
 to some of it," answered Bellshaw ungraciously 
 
 After dinner they talked about the horses, 
 and Bellshaw agreed to let him have a dozen 
 for a hundred pounds, which was quite as 
 much, or more, than they were worth, but 
 Glen had no desire to haggle over the affair. 
 
 He slept in a room near Bellshaw's. In 
 the wooden homestead sounds carried far. 
 
 About the middle of the night Glen was 
 roused by hearing someone walking on the 
 verandah, pacing too and fro. The footsteps 
 sounded stealthy and peculiar. He could 
 not make it out ; his curiosity was aroused. 
 He got off the bed quietly, he was only partially 
 undressed, and went to the door, which opened 
 on to the verandah. It was not locked. He 
 turned the handle, opened it cautiously, and 
 looked out. There was a faint light, and at 
 the end of the verandah he saw Craig Bellshaw 
 coming towards him ; he was, like himself,
 
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 only partially dressed. He did not wish. 
 Bellshaw to think he was spying on him so 
 he almost closed the door and listened. 
 
 The pad of his bare feet on the boards 
 sounded strange in the stillness. 
 
 Bellshaw stopped when nearly opposite 
 Glen's room. He was talking in a weird 
 voice ; it sounded unnatural. As Glen listened 
 he came to the conclusion that Bellshaw was 
 walking in his sleep ; to make sure he opened 
 the door wide. He could easily make an 
 excuse that he heard someone prowling about 
 and wanted to see who it was if Bellshaw 
 were not asleep. 
 
 The squatter faced him, his eyes wide open, 
 but vacant. He stared fixedly at Glen but 
 did not see him. 
 
 " He's fast asleep," thought Glen, and crept 
 closer to him, not being able to restrain his 
 curiosity. 
 
 " Don't struggle, you fool, or make that 
 horrid row. I'll put you in that hole if you 
 do. Bite, will you, you vixen ? I've had 
 enough of you ; you've tired me out with your
 
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 grumbling ways. Brought you here by force ! 
 It's a lie. You came of your own free will. 
 You knew why you came to Mintaro." 
 
 Bellshaw clutched the air with his hands 
 as though trying to strangle something. Glen 
 watched every movement closely. He felt 
 he was on the eve of a discovery. Bellshaw 
 went down on his knees and pressed the boards 
 with both hands. 
 
 "Keep still, will you! Keep still," he 
 muttered, " or I'll crush the life out of you. 
 She's quiet now. I'll leave her here. She'll 
 die. There's no place for her to go to. She'll 
 wander about until she drops, and then give 
 up. That's the best way. No one can say 
 I killed her. I'll leave you here. It will 
 give you some sort of a chance if it is a poor 
 one." 
 
 Bellshaw got up and began talking again. 
 This time Glen knew he was speaking to 
 his buggy horses. 
 
 Suddenly Bellshaw caught Glen by the 
 arm. For a moment the shock staggered 
 him. The awakening was dangerous ; he
 
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 seemed about to faint. With an effort he 
 pulled himself together and glared at Glen 
 Leigh. 
 
 " What the devil are you doing prowling 
 about on the verandah at this time of night ? " 
 asked Bellshaw. 
 
 " I might ask the same question. I heard 
 your footsteps. Naturally I wanted to see 
 who it was. You were walking in your 
 sleep. I thought it best not to wake you. 
 I've heard it's dangerous," replied Glen. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw shivered. He was thinking of 
 what he might have said or done, in Leigh's 
 presence. 
 
 "I'm troubled with sleep-walking," he said, 
 " and have been for some time. It's beastly. 
 No doubt I do and say queer things for which 
 I am not responsible." 
 
 Glen made no answer. He had heard 
 sufficient to put him on what he thought 
 was the right track, and he could have strangled 
 Bellshaw without compunction. His hands 
 itched to get at him, but he must bide his time, 
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 quick death was too good for this man, if 
 what he, Glen, surmised was correct. 
 
 " I advise you to go and rest," he remarked 
 at last, " or you '11 be fit for nothing later on." 
 
 " I'm always upset after this," said Bellshaw. 
 " It unnerves me. If you want to get away 
 early don't mind me. You can have as 
 many buckjumpers as you care to take. 
 Pick 'em where you like. I'll lend them to you 
 When you've finished with them you can 
 return them, or sell them, and we'll divide 
 the money." 
 
 He spoke feverishly, hurriedly, evidently 
 with the intention of propitiating Leigh. 
 
 " No thank you," answered Glen. " I 
 prefer to buy right out. I'll pick what I 
 want, and a hundred pounds will more than 
 cover it. A bargain's a bargain. Besides 
 if I buy the horses I'm under no obligation to 
 you, and I can do as I like." 
 
 Glen left him, went into his room, and shut 
 the door. 
 
 Bellshaw walked to his room and sat down 
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 have walked in his sleep with Glen in the 
 house. 
 
 What had he said ? 
 
 This question kept on repeating itself 
 with monotonous regularity. It sounded like 
 the ticking of a clock in his head. On one 
 occasion, when he woke up suddenly, and 
 found himself on the verandah, it all came 
 back to him how he acted in his sleep. He 
 remembered it now. Had he said anything 
 that Leigh could get hold of ? 
 
 No, of course he hadn't. If he'd gone 
 through the whole thing Leigh would not 
 have understood what he meant. He laughed 
 at his momentary fears. Glen Leigh might 
 think him mad, but he would never guess at 
 the truth ; it was impossible. He started. 
 Leigh had seen Garry Backham. Had Garry 
 told him what he suspected ? This was 
 hardly likely. Why should he ? 
 
 Glen Leigh did not lie down again. He 
 was piecing the threads of a tragedy together, 
 and Craig Bellshaw was depicted as a most 
 hideous villain, a monster deserving of slow
 
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 torture, if what he, Leigh, thought were true. 
 He'd find out, get proof, and when there was 
 sufficient to go upon, Craig Bellshaw had better 
 beware. No mercy would be shown him. The 
 scene when he found Clara Benny in his hut 
 rose before him. He clenched his fists, raised 
 them above his head, and vowed vengeance 
 on Craig Bellshaw. 
 
 Taking a piece of paper he wrote in pencil 
 in large letters LIN SOO. Dressing himself 
 he went out. When he reached Bellshaw's 
 door he pushed the paper underneath. He 
 got his horse, saddled it, and rode towards 
 Boonara.
 
 CHAPTER XIV 
 
 " A MAGNIFICENT BRUTE " 
 
 IT was late when Craig Bellshaw awoke from 
 a restless slumber. His first thoughts were 
 about Glen Leigh, and the happenings of 
 the night. He wondered if he had gone. 
 He hoped so ; he had no desire to meet him 
 again at present. 
 
 Opening the door he saw a piece of paper 
 on the floor. Picking it up he read the name 
 Lin Soo written in pencil in large letters. 
 
 He stared at it, wondering how it came there. 
 
 Glen Leigh must have slipped it under the 
 door. But why ? What had he to do with 
 Lin Soo ? Probably he had never heard of 
 him, and yet there was no one else to do it. 
 
 Lin Soo. Supposing by some strange chance 
 Glen Leigh had met the Chinaman. Even 
 so, it was not likely Lin Soo would say anything 
 about their transactions ; he dare not. It
 
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 flashed upon him he might have mentioned 
 the name in his ramblings. If so, what had 
 he said in connection with it ? As he dressed 
 he became nervous. If Glen Leigh had an 
 inkling of what had happened there would 
 be trouble brewing. He, and other keepers 
 of the fence, had many grievances against 
 Bellshaw which they would be only too glad 
 to pay off. He must try and find out what 
 had passed when he walked and talked in 
 his sleep. It must be done warily. 
 
 " I'll see him before he returns to Sydney," 
 he thought. " Even if he heard things he 
 had no business to, I can silence him. Murder 
 is not so easily shelved, and there's Joe Calder's 
 death to account for." 
 
 Glen Leigh arrived at Boonara, and next 
 day set out for Five Rocks, with Garry Back- 
 ham and half a dozen good riders, used to 
 the work, to round up a mob of horses and 
 make a selection. 
 
 " The best plan will be," said Garry, " to 
 drive 'em into the nearest yard, which is 
 about half a dozen miles away, and test
 
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 them. It will be a tough job, but the men who 
 are going with us are used to that sort of 
 work. They'll not mind how rough they are." 
 
 They did not ride near Mintaro, and Glen 
 had no intention of going there again. 
 
 As he rode along with Garry, he mentioned 
 about Craig Bellshaw walking in his sleep ; 
 he said he talked a lot and acted strangely. 
 
 " What did he say ? " asked Garry. 
 
 " Something about leaving someone to die 
 a woman. He went through some curious 
 antics, as though he were struggling with her. 
 At the finish he said he'd leave her to wander 
 about until she died. He must have committed 
 some dastardly deed or he'd never rave like 
 that," said Glen. 
 
 Garry was silent. Should he tell Glen how 
 much he knew ? There was no necessity for 
 it, and he might be dragged into trouble 
 if he did. 
 
 " I've never seen him walk in his sleep," 
 he replied eventually, " but he's a queer 
 fellow, and has more on his conscience than 
 I'd care to carry." 
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 " I've heard of strange doings at Mintaro 
 when I was on the fence," said Glen. 
 
 " What sort of doings ? " 
 
 " About women who came and stayed for 
 a time and were sent away." 
 
 " I'd rather say nothing about it," answered 
 Garry. 
 
 Glen did not press the subject ; he could 
 find out what he wanted later on. In case 
 it were necessary, he would put a straight 
 question or two to Garry. 
 
 It was late when they arrived at Five Rocks 
 and camped for the night. The place was 
 well named. Five large rocks rose from the 
 ground in the strangest manner. They were 
 conical, smooth, not many yards apart. Their 
 formation was a strange freak of nature. 
 They were probably the result of a fierce 
 upheaval in some far distant age, when natives 
 and wild animals were the only occupants 
 of the vast territory. 
 
 There was a water hole in the centre of the 
 group, fed from the rocks, and Garry said it 
 was this which brought the horses round, for 
 it was seldom dry.
 
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 The six Boonara men were strong sturdy 
 fellows used to a life of hardships. They 
 were not given to conversation and quickty 
 rolled over, with their saddles for pillows, 
 and went to sleep. 
 
 Garry and Glen talked for some time, but 
 gradually they dropped off, and the silence 
 of the night reigned round the eight recumbent 
 forms. 
 
 As soon as daylight sprang upon them they 
 were astir, and after a hasty, scanty meal 
 they set out to round up the horses. 
 
 This was easier said than done. They 
 traversed several miles before they sighted a 
 mob, but were rewarded by seeing at least 
 fifty. 
 
 " You'll be able to get what you want out 
 of that lot," said Garry, "if we can get 'em 
 into the yard." 
 
 " We'll manage that," answered one of 
 the men. " I suppose the gates are always 
 open ? " 
 
 Garry said they were, and indicated the 
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 The men set out to round them up on the 
 side. Garry rode to the left, Glen to the right, 
 so as to guide them in the right direction as 
 they came along. 
 
 The horses quickly scented danger, and 
 started off, but were headed back and driven 
 at a wild tearing pace towards Garry and 
 Glen. 
 
 The pace became faster and Glen watched 
 the horses as he rode at top speed alongside 
 them, and saw they were a good lot. He 
 hoped their vicious propensities had never 
 been checked. They were all practically 
 unbroken. A few of them might have been 
 handled and turned loose again, but it was 
 improbable. 
 
 Towards the yards they went, the men 
 shouting behind them. These yards were 
 erected with a view to driving horses, or 
 cattle, into them with the least trouble. They 
 were at the end of a dried-up river between 
 high banks, whose strange formation Craig 
 Bellshaw had taken advantage of. The 
 opening to the yards extended the whole
 
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 width of the pass, and there were three large 
 gates through which horses entering the 
 cul-de-sac were bound to go. The difficulty 
 was to head the wild horses into the opening. 
 Once in they were easily driven into the 
 yards. 
 
 As luck would have it, the leader of the mob 
 headed direct for the spot, guided by Garry 
 on the one side, and Glen on the other. 
 
 It was a stern chase, and it said much for 
 the horses Garry supplied that they kept pace 
 with the galloping mob. As the leader rushed 
 into the narrow channel the rest followed 
 him pell-mell. The men closed in after them, 
 driving them along at full speed, rushing them 
 through before they realised they were caught. 
 When this happened the din was tremendous. 
 The trapped horses gave vent to their feelings 
 by kicking, squealing, and biting in an extra- 
 ordinary manner. 
 
 The men rested themselves and their horses 
 and watched them. 
 
 " There are pretty near fifty," said Garry. 
 " They're a good-looking lot. It's the recent
 
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 rain's done it. They've had more to eat than 
 they've had for months past." 
 
 " It will make them the harder to mount," 
 replied Glen. 
 
 " Suppose we give 'em a rest for a night, and 
 try our luck to-morrow. They'll have been 
 without food for about eighteen hours, and 
 it may tame them down," Garry suggested. 
 
 This was agreed to and they camped for 
 the night close to the yards. 
 
 Next morning business commenced in earnest. 
 Likely looking horses were separated from the 
 rest, and then the struggle began. The bulk 
 of them were hard to saddle, still harder to 
 mount, but it takes more than a savage, 
 untamed buckjumper to conquer a man 
 from the West. 
 
 There were some stiff fights, and now and 
 again a horse more desperate than the rest 
 managed to rid himself of his rider after a 
 long struggle. He was at once selected by 
 Glen as one of his lot. 
 
 Glen Leigh excited the admiration of the 
 men by the way he rode a tremendous horse
 
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 about six or seven years old. He was a rough 
 untamed animal, probably a son of old Tear'em, 
 Garry said. At any rate he was very like 
 that incorrigible savage. He stood nearly 
 seventeen hands, and had the strength of 
 half a dozen ordinary wild horses. 
 
 It took them half an hour to get the saddle 
 and bridle on, and Glen was another ten 
 minutes before he got into his saddle. 
 
 The Boonara men never forgot that mighty 
 struggle. They talked about it for years 
 after, whenever buckjumpers were mentioned* 
 It easily broke all records as far as they 
 were concerned. 
 
 The huge animal was a prince among 
 buckjumpers, and Glen had all his work cut 
 out to keep his seat. The horse bounded up 
 and down as though his legs were springs. 
 One moment he was off the ground, on all 
 fours, his back arched like a bended bow, the 
 next his fore feet were planted firmly on the 
 ground and his hind quarters elevated almost 
 to the perpendicular. He twirled and twisted 
 in an extraordinary fashion, lay down, crushed
 
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 Glen's leg, rushed against the fence, did 
 everything to throw his grim rider, but without 
 avail. At last he stood covered in sweat, 
 and quivering in every limb. It was then 
 that Glen dismounted, but when he tried to get 
 into the saddle he found the horse ready for 
 another battle-royal. 
 
 " He'll do, Garry. If anyone can ride 
 him in Sydney they'll earn any prize that may 
 be offered. What a magnificent brute he 
 is. If one could only tame him but I expect 
 that's impossible," said Glen. 
 
 " By Gad, you can ride above a bit," was 
 Garry's admiring comment.
 
 CHAPTER XV 
 
 THE BIG SHOW 
 
 THE horses selected were safely railed to 
 Sydney. Bill Bigs had secured stabling for 
 them ; such as it was it answered the purpose. 
 They bore the journey better than might 
 have been expected, but there was some danger 
 and difficulty in getting them through the 
 streets to Redfern. Once they were safely 
 housed Glen felt a difficult task was well done. 
 He went to see Clara Benny. She welcomed 
 him in her usual way, with a smile and a kiss. 
 These constant kisses embarrassed Glen, 
 but he liked them. They showed she had 
 faith in him, and that gave him hope. He 
 told her where he had been, and what for, 
 watching her closely all the time, but there 
 were no signs of recognition. Her memory in 
 that direction was still a blank. 
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 He had no doubt, after what he had heard 
 and seen, that she was at Mintaro with Craig 
 Bellshaw, and that he had driven her away, 
 after a struggle with her, and left her to die a 
 terrible death, which would have happened 
 had she not found her way to the hut. For 
 this Bellshaw should pay in full when the 
 time came. Glen, however, had such a lot 
 of work in hand with the horses that he had 
 no time for anything else. It took a month 
 to get them in hand so that they could be 
 saddled quickly, but their bucking propensities 
 were encouraged in every way. They were 
 given lull scope in this direction. Jim and 
 Glen were constantly in the saddle. The 
 big horse threw them both more than once, 
 until Glen fairly mastered, but could not 
 tame him. 
 
 He was a big bay horse with a savage-looking 
 head, and his strength was great. 
 
 They called him The Savage, which was 
 appropriate, and he did not belie his name. 
 
 There were fourteen horses in all, and a 
 cheque had been sent to Craig Bellshaw for 
 them.
 
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 Jerry Makeshift came to a private exhibition, 
 and was enthusiastic about it. He gave the 
 show valuable assistance in " The Sketch," 
 spoke to many of his press friends, and the 
 buckjumpers were boomed well, so that 
 public excitement about them was roused 
 to the highest pitch. 
 
 The building was well adapted for the 
 purpose. A ring was formed and fenced in 
 with stout posts and rails so that there would 
 be no danger to the spectators. On the 
 opening night the place was packed. A 
 challenge had been issued. Two hundred 
 pounds would be given to anyone who could 
 sit The Savage for ten minutes ; assistance 
 would be given to mount. Fifty pounds was 
 offered for riding half a dozen others, ten 
 pounds for the remainder, all ten minutes' 
 spells. 
 
 There were scores of men in Sydney and the 
 surrounding districts who thought they were 
 equal to the various tasks set. 
 
 Six well-known riders sent in their names- 
 Two of them came from Wagga with big
 
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 reputations, and one from Bathurst. They 
 all tried The Savage. The horse had an 
 easy task, for he was no sooner mounted than 
 he shot riders through the air like rockets. 
 Not one of them made the semblance of a 
 fight with him. 
 
 Then Glen Leigh's turn came. He sprang 
 into the saddle without assistance and the 
 battle commenced. Round and round the 
 ring The Savage bucked in a series of 
 furious leaps. He kicked, squealed, fought 
 desperately, tried to bite Glen's leg, but all 
 in vain ; he stuck to his seat in splendid 
 style. The Savage finding these tactics of 
 no avail, threw himself down. Glen slipped 
 out of the saddle. As the horse struggled 
 to his feet he sprang on again amidst a hurricane 
 of applause. At the end of a quarter of an 
 hour he concluded his exhibition, and when 
 he stood in the ring holding The Savage 
 tight by the bridle, the people cheered him to 
 the echo, and the building rang with the 
 shouts. The other riders were exciting, but 
 paled before the performance of Glen Leigh 
 and The Savage.
 
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 As the crowd left the building everybody 
 was asking who Glen Leigh was, and where 
 he came from. He was the most wonderful 
 rider they had seen. 
 
 Jerry Makeshift had not given Glen away. 
 He reserved the account he intended to publish 
 for the issue following the opening night. 
 He made good use of the material he had in 
 hand. It so happened that " The Sketch " 
 came out in the afternoon of the next day, 
 and a full account of the " keeper of the fence " 
 was given and the manner in which he had 
 captured the horses and brought them to 
 Sydney. 
 
 It was the genuineness of the show that 
 attracted the people, and the place was 
 crowded every night. Money came rolling in 
 and the promoters were in high spirits. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin, Bellshaw's trainer, had been 
 a great rider of rough, unbroken horses on 
 his father's station, before they fell on evil 
 times, were ruined by drought and money- 
 lenders, and came to Sydney. On the station 
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 and he thought with a little practice he might 
 be able to stick on The Savage for ten 
 minutes and win the two hundred pounds. 
 For four nights running he succeeded in riding 
 the horses for the lowest prizes. Then he 
 won one of fifty pounds, and Glen Leigh 
 complimented him. 
 
 " You'll have to try for the two hundred," 
 he said to Ivor. 
 
 "That's what I mean to do." 
 
 " Will you allow us to advertise it ? " 
 asked Glen. 
 
 " Certainly," answered Hadwin. "I've no 
 objections. You've treated me well, and 
 paid me the money I have won." 
 
 " We shall always do that, and I hope you 
 have to draw the two hundred, but I warn you 
 The Savage is a demon, and you'll have to 
 keep your eyes open," said Glen. 
 
 " I believe at one time I could ride as well 
 as you, but training has made me a bit soft," 
 replied Hadwin. 
 
 Strange to say Glen Leigh did not know 
 Hadwin was a trainer. No one told him, 
 probably taking it for granted that he knew.
 
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 " You train racehorses ? " asked Glen. 
 
 " Yes, at Randwick. Come and see me 
 one day." 
 
 "With pleasure," said Glen. "Who do 
 you train for ? " 
 
 Ivor Hadwin smiled. 
 
 " I wonder someone has not told you about 
 me," he said. 
 
 " I never asked. There is such a heap of 
 things to do I've had no time, and it matters 
 little who wins the prizes," returned Glen. 
 
 " I train for Craig Bellshaw," said Ivor. 
 
 Glen started. This was strange, especially 
 as the horses all came from Mintaro. 
 
 " I know him," he said. 
 
 " So do I, too well," answered Ivor. " He's 
 a hard man to please." 
 
 " I daresay he is," Glen agreed. 
 
 Semeone called him away and he left Hadwin, 
 saying he would call and see him next morning. 
 
 "I'll be there. Come about eleven," said 
 Ivor. 
 
 " What night will you attempt to ride 
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 " Saturday." 
 
 " That's the best night for us, thanks." 
 
 Glen told Bill what had passed between them 
 when he reached The Kangaroo. 
 
 Jerry Makeshift was there. " You mean 
 to say you didn't know until to-night who 
 Ivor Hadwin was ? " he asked. 
 
 " No." 
 
 " And you made no enquiries ? " 
 
 " It didn't interest me. It was part of 
 the show." 
 
 " And no one enlightened you ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 " Well, I'm blessed. That's funny ; every- 
 body knows Hadwin. I'm told he's likely to 
 win the Caulfield Cup, or the Melbourne Cup, 
 or both, for Bellshaw," said Jerry. 
 
 " Has Bellshaw some good hoi ses ? "enquired 
 Glen. 
 
 " Yes, about a dozen in all, I think, and four 
 or five above the average, but I don't go 
 in for racing much. Tom Roslyn, of ' The 
 Racing Life/ told me. He's the best turf 
 judge we have on the press, and he can pick
 
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 out good horses as easily as I can a bottle 
 of wine." 
 
 " Then he must be an uncommon judge," 
 laughed Bill. 
 
 " What's the name of the Cup horse ? " 
 asked Glen. 
 
 " Barellan. He's five years old now, and 
 has a nice weight, so Tom says. I forget 
 what it is," Jerry answered. 
 
 "Here's Nick Gerard's list," put in Bill. 
 " Barellan, 8st. 7lbs., in the Melbourne Cup, 
 8st. lOlb. in the Caulfield Cup." 
 
 " I'll ask Hadwin to let me have a look at 
 him when I go there in the morning," said Glen. 
 
 " Have you bought a ticket in the big 
 sweep on the Melbourne Cup yet ? " asked 
 Jerry. 
 
 " No, I forgot all about it," replied Glen. 
 
 " I'll get one for you if you like," said Jerry. 
 
 " I wish you would. Here's the money," 
 and he handed him a sovereign. 
 
 Jerry tossed it, " Heads a horse, tails a 
 blank," he called. 
 
 The coin fell on the table head up. 
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 " That's a fair start, anyhow. Let's hope 
 it will be a good 'un you draw." 
 
 Glen laughed. 
 
 " I haven't much faith in sweeps. I was 
 never tempted to throw money away in them." 
 
 " Have one in the Caulfield Cup as well ? " 
 suggested Jerry. 
 
 " No, that will be sufficient," returned Glen. 
 " It's a sovereign gone to the bad." 
 
 " Don't be too sure about that ; it's your 
 maiden effort, and may prove successful," 
 said Jerry. 
 
 " Get me a ticket at the same time," said 
 Bill. 
 
 " All right, and I hope when I call here with 
 them it will bring luck to The Kangaroo," 
 answered Jerry. 
 
 " I can do with the cash," said Glen laughing, 
 " Bill's got heaps."
 
 CHAPTER XVI 
 
 MRS. PREVOST 
 
 GLEN LEIGH went by the train to Randwick > 
 and walked to Hadwin's stables. The trainer 
 was glad to see him. He liked him ; something 
 hearty about Glen appealed to him. 
 
 " We'll have a look round the horses first, 
 if you care to see them," said the trainer. 
 
 "That's just what I want," replied Glen. 
 "I'm fond of horses. When I was a keeper on 
 the fence old Ping was my only companion. 
 I've got him in Sydney. He's the queerest 
 horse out ; you'd be amused at him. I don't 
 suppose you'd consider him worth a fiver > 
 but it would take a good many fivers to buy 
 him." 
 
 " A bush horse, I suppose ? " 
 
 " Yes, one of the best, a faithful old slave. 
 We've been companions for many years." 
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 " I like a man who's fond of horses. What 
 a queer name Ping," 
 
 " And he's a queer horse," laughed Glen. 
 
 They went round the stables. All the 
 horses belonged to Craig Bellshaw ; they were 
 a fair lot as far as Glen could judge. 
 
 " That's Flash," said Ivor, pointing to a 
 good-looking chestnut, "He's rather smart." 
 
 Glen eyed him over and came to the con- 
 clusion he was the best he had seen so far. 
 In the next box was Barellan. The brown 
 horse looked well. He was full of muscle, 
 hard and clean. 
 
 As they entered his box he turned and 
 looked at them. When he saw the trainer 
 he seemed quite contented, knowing every- 
 thing was all right when he was there. 
 
 " He's quiet enough," said Ivor. " Have 
 a good look at him. He's a bit different 
 tempered from The Savage." 
 
 " I hope so, for your sake," retorted Glen 
 smiling, " or you stand a very fair chance 
 of being killed." 
 
 " That's something to look forward to on 
 Saturday night," Ivor answered.
 
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 Glen went up to the horse and examined 
 him well, passing his hand over him, carefully 
 taking in his points. It was difficult to find 
 fault with Barellan. If there was one it was 
 his hocks, which were large and rather unsight- 
 ly, but there was nothing wrong with them. 
 They were rather low down, in the greyhound 
 style. He had a splendid back and quarters, 
 good shoulders, neck and chest, a shapely 
 head and a good forehead, and fine eyes. He 
 stood over sixteen hands. 
 
 " What do you think of him ? " Ivor asked. 
 
 " He's a good-looking horse. He ought to 
 gallop. He's built for it," replied Glen. 
 
 " So he can. He's the best I have by a long 
 way, although some people prefer Flash." 
 
 " I don't," said Glen promptly. " He's 
 in the Melbourne Cup, isn't he ? " 
 
 " Yes, in both Cups," said the trainer 
 
 " Will he go for them both ? " 
 
 " I don't know. It depends on the sweep- 
 money, I expect. Bellshaw's always insisted 
 on having a cut out of the sweep with his 
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 " I suppose that is a regular thing," said 
 Glen. 
 
 " Generally speaking it is, but he's greedy. 
 He wants too much," Ivor answered. 
 
 Glen stayed to lunch, and they chatted 
 about life in the West, and the trainer told 
 him about the doings at Randwick and else- 
 where, interesting him in some of the great 
 horses and races he had seen. 
 
 " I shall have a good try to win that two 
 hundred on Saturday night," said Ivor. 
 
 " If you stick on for ten minutes you'll 
 deserve it," replied Glen. " I'll give you a 
 bit of advice. If he throws you get out of 
 the ring as quick as you can, or he'll be on 
 top of you before you know where you are." 
 
 " He's not going to throw me," said the 
 trainer confidently. 
 
 Glen smiled. He had no wish to dishearten 
 him, but he knew there was little chance of 
 his being successful. 
 
 On Saturday night the building was crammed, 
 every seat being taken. The announcement 
 that the well-known trainer, Ivor Hadwin,
 
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 was going to ride The Savage, and try to win 
 the two hundred pounds, caused much excite- 
 ment. 
 
 There were some good bouts before the 
 event of the evening took place, and when 
 Ivor entered the ring he was loudly cheered. 
 The trainer was pleased with his reception. 
 He had not received much of the world's 
 applause during his career. 
 
 The way he mounted The Savage augured 
 well for his success. The horse appeared to 
 know he had a man on his back who would 
 give him " a good game." For a moment 
 The Savage stood still, then suddenly he 
 sprang straight into the air, all his feet off 
 the ground, and his back arched. Ivor had 
 a severe wrench, but stuck to his seat. Round 
 the ring the horse went, backing and fighting 
 in his most savage mood. 
 
 Glen saw the horse was in a nasty temper 
 and hoped the trainer would not be hurt. 
 That he would retain his seat for ten minutes 
 he thought impossible. 
 
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 said at one time he believed he rode as well 
 as Glen Leigh. Considering the small amount 
 of practice he had his seat was splendid, and 
 for five minutes The Savage tried in vain 
 to throw him. Glen, who was in the ring, 
 encouraged him by frequent shouts. 
 
 Six minutes passed and still Hadwin was 
 in the saddle, but Glen fancied he saw signs 
 that he was tiring. If this were so it was 
 all up with his chance. 
 
 Again The Savage stood still, gathering 
 his strength. His eyes rolled, his nostrils 
 were extended and red. Foam came from 
 his mouth, but his limbs were set, and there 
 was no quivering. It was all determination, 
 and no excitement. 
 
 Away he went again, round and round the 
 ring, twisting and twirling, leaping sideways, 
 banging Hadwin against the posts. Then 
 he went to the centre of the ring, turned 
 suddenly, galloped round at top speed. In 
 a moment he stopped dead and springing into 
 the air gave a terrific buck, squealing like 
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 The trainer was tired. The struggle had 
 been tremendous, and the last plunge proved 
 too much for him. He was thrown clean 
 out of the saddle, and fell with a thud. 
 Remembering Glen's warning to get out of 
 the ring as quickly as possible, he was 
 scrambling to his feet, when The Savage 
 rushing at him, knocked him down, and 
 trampled him with his forefeet. 
 
 Glen Leigh sprang forward as soon as the 
 trainer fell, and it was well he did. He arrived 
 just in the nick of time, before any more 
 serious injury than a few bruises was done. He 
 seized The Savage by the bridle and pulled 
 him back, unconsciously showing his great 
 strength ; there was a cheer as he held the brute 
 in hand while the trainer left the ring. Before 
 The Savage had time to switch round Glen 
 was in the saddle, and another tussle took 
 place, but it was an easy task for the rider 
 this time. The trainer had given the horse 
 a severe dose, which had had due effect. 
 
 Glen dismounted and announced from the 
 ring that a cheque for twenty-five pounds would
 
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 be handed Ivor Hadwin for the splendid 
 way he had handled The Savage ; a roar of 
 cheering greeted this generous offer. 
 
 There was one woman in the vast audience 
 who watched Glen Leigh all the time he was 
 in the ring. She was a dark, handsome, 
 well dressed woman, with fine eyes, a good 
 figure, rather inclined to be stout, and she 
 evidently knew many people present. She 
 had been several times, and had always given 
 her whole attention to Glen's performance 
 with The Savage This alone appeared to 
 interest her. 
 
 She wished she knew him. She was about 
 forty years of age, perhaps a year or two older, 
 and her life had been a peculiar one. She 
 had married at the age of eighteen, and her 
 husband deserted her when she was twenty. 
 At this time she went as a barmaid in one of 
 the numerous private bars that then existed 
 in Sydney. Some of these were veritable 
 dens of vice, but she kept herself respectable 
 for several years. When she was thirty she 
 had saved sufficient money to take a small
 
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 boarding-house at North Shore. Shortly 
 afterwards she was introduced to Craig 
 Bellshaw, and from North Shore she went to 
 Macquarie Street ; for the last year she had 
 lived at Manley. She did not like Bellshaw, 
 but he was useful to her and not ungenerous, 
 and as he left her pretty much to herself she 
 was fairly contented. She was one of those 
 women who, given a better chance early in 
 life, would probably have made good use of it- 
 She had plenty of confidence, boldness if you 
 will, but she was not vicious ; her life was 
 irreproachable, except for Bellshaw's coming 
 into it, and she lived quietly at Manley, with her 
 maid, and a Chinaman cook, who was a perfect 
 marvel at concocting curious and succulent 
 dishes. Her name was Rosa Prevost, and her 
 neighbours, although they did not quite 
 understand her, found her affable, generous 
 and hospitable. In fact Mrs. Prevost was 
 popular in her surroundings. She knew Ivor 
 Hadwin, through Bellshaw, having been to 
 the stables with him. If she wished to be 
 introduced to Glen Leigh the trainer would
 
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 oblige her, but she did not care to ask him ; 
 she was too proud. 
 
 Her house at Manley was frequented by 
 several well-known people such as Jerry 
 Makeshift, Tom Roslyn, and other journalists, 
 and many actors and actresses, several of 
 whom knew her past life, and how she had been 
 treated in her young days. 
 
 She was destined to have her desire for an 
 introduction to Glen Leigh fulfilled sooner than 
 she expected.
 
 CHAPTER XVII 
 
 JEALOUSY 
 
 "YES, I know Glen Leigh a most interesting 
 man," said Jerry Makeshift. 
 
 He was at Sea View, Mrs. Prevost's house 
 at Manley. She had invited him there with 
 the purpose to find out something about 
 the daring rider of The Savage. 
 
 " Tell me about him. I admire his riding," 
 she said. 
 
 Jerry gave her a full account of Glen's 
 career as far as he knew it. She had read 
 "The Sketch," but he embellished what he 
 had written there for her gratification. 
 
 " So he was a keeper of the fence," she said 
 thoughtfully. " Fancy a man like that being 
 exiled there. I wonder why he went ? " 
 
 " A woman probably," said Jerry. 
 
 " That's always the way when a man 
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 banishes himself from society. It's always 
 a woman who is the cause," she said. 
 
 " And don't you think nine times out of 
 ten it is so ?" he asked. 
 
 " No, the man is often more to blame than 
 the woman. Take my case." 
 
 " Which is an exception," he said smiling. 
 
 " Will you bring him here ? I should like 
 to meet him. Do you think he would come ? " 
 
 " I'll try. He's not a shy man, but he 
 doesn't go out much. Are you anxious to 
 know him ? " asked Jerry. 
 
 " He interests me." she answered. 
 
 "Then I'll try and fix it up. Only promise 
 me not to draw him into your clutches ; you 
 are so fascinating. Look at me, I worship 
 you." 
 
 " Jerry, you're a humbug. You don't care 
 a straw for anyone except yourself," she 
 laughed. 
 
 " That's all you know. I have done some 
 generous actions in my time, that it won't 
 do to speak about ; it would sound too much 
 like blowing my own trumpet," he said.
 
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 Jerry had some difficulty in inducing Glen 
 Leigh to go to Manley, but succeeded at last, 
 and they went together. 
 
 " Who is Mrs. Prevost ? " asked Glen. 
 
 Jerry explained as much as he thought 
 proper. There was no occasion to mention 
 Bellshaw. If his name cropped up in conver- 
 sation it would not be his fault. 
 
 Mrs. Prevost was agitated. She almost 
 wished she had not asked Jerry to bring him, 
 and yet she was desirous of making Glen's 
 acquaintance. Already, before she knew him, 
 he had a peculiar fascination for her. She 
 felt angry because it was so. The feeling was 
 quite new and strange ; hitherto she had been 
 cold and calculating. She knew all this would 
 vanish where Glen Leigh was concerned. 
 
 They arrived before lunch, and when Glen 
 saw Mrs. Prevost he was at once struck with 
 her peculiar charm of manner. No sooner 
 was he in her presence than all her doubts and 
 agitation vanished, and she exerted herself 
 to her utmost to please him. 
 
 Glen was quite willing to be pleased by this
 
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 handsome woman, whose preference for him 
 was already beginning to be marked. 
 
 Jerry smiled as he watched her. He knew 
 her powers. No woman had ever gone so near 
 to capturing him as she, but he had steeled 
 himself against her. His career did not include 
 a wife ; he could not afford the luxury, he said. 
 
 It was a nice luncheon. Glen thoroughly 
 enjoyed it, and complimented Mrs. Prevost 
 on the possession of such an excellent, cook. 
 
 " He's a Chinaman," she said smiling. " One 
 of the despised heathens, but I have had him 
 several years, and he has served me well. I 
 found him." 
 
 " Found him ! " exclaimed Glen. 
 
 " Yes. It's quite correct ; strange though 
 it seems." 
 
 " Where did you find him ? " 
 
 " Some years ago when he was quite young. 
 He lived with his uncle in Lower George 
 Street. He offended the great man in some 
 way, and he turned him out of the house. He 
 was wandering about when I came along. 
 He spoke to me, pleaded hard for me to make
 
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 him my servant. Strange, was it not ? Some- 
 thing prompted me to take him in. I did, and 
 have never regretted it. He appears to have 
 one set purpose in life, to pay his uncle, Lin 
 Soo, back in his own coin, and have his revenge. 
 Most unchristian-like isn't it ? But of course 
 he's a heathen," she said laughing. 
 
 " Lin Soo is his uncle ! " said Glen. 
 
 " Yes. Why ? Do you know him ? " 
 
 " Not exactly, but I know of him. He keeps 
 an infamous den in Lower George Street." 
 
 " I thought it was a tea shop," she said. 
 
 " To outward appearances, but inside it's 
 an opium den, a gambling hell, and worse," 
 Glen replied. 
 
 " Worse ! " she exclaimed enquiringly. 
 
 Glen did not care to pursue the subject and 
 she asked no further questions. 
 
 No mention was made of Craig Bellsh aw, and 
 Glen left, not knowing she was intimate with 
 the squatter. He promised to call again. She 
 knew by his ready acceptance that she had 
 made a favourable impression, and she was 
 more pleased than she had been for many a day. 
 
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 She walked to the steamer with them, and 
 when the boat left sat down on a seat at one 
 side of the wharf. Why should she not have 
 her share of happiness in life ? It had been 
 denied her so far. There had been riotous 
 living, and much pleasure, but no peace, no 
 contentment. It was all a struggle, and part 
 of a game which she had been forced to play, 
 but never cared for. 
 
 She walked slowly back to her house, thinking 
 all the time, hoping, wishing as she had never 
 wished before. If a man like Glen Leigh had 
 come into her life years ago, how different 
 everything would have been. She felt she had 
 great capacity for making a man she loved 
 happy. She was in the prime of life, good- 
 looking, robust, full of health and spirits, and 
 she did not lack money. Why should she not 
 find a fitting mate ? A man who would condone 
 the past, forget, or shut his eyes to it, and love 
 her for herself. Glen Leigh was a man after 
 her own heart, the stamp of man she had always 
 admired. No matter what he thought of her, 
 or whether they were merely acquaintances,
 
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 she would never forget him. She made a firm 
 resolve to try and win him ; she would exert all 
 her powers to that end. She craved for the 
 real love of a man to meet the love she knew she 
 had to give. It would not be half-hearted love 
 or cold surrender. She wanted the real thing, 
 not a sham. She had had too much of shams ; 
 she was sick of them. She longed for honesty, 
 not deception, pretence, lies. There was Craig 
 Bellshaw. He must be made to understand that 
 she desired to sever all connections with him. 
 She would write and tell him so. If he insisted 
 on seeing her for a personal explanation she 
 supposed she must grant him an interview, 
 but it would be the last ; she vowed it. 
 
 Glen Leigh little knew the storm of feeling he 
 had raised in Mrs. Prevost. Had anyone told 
 him he would have laughed at the idea. In 
 answer to Jerry he said he thought Mrs. 
 Prevost a very nice woman. 
 
 " Handsome, eh ? " said Jerry. 
 
 " Yes, and she's a jolly good sort I should 
 say." 
 
 " So she is. I wonder some fellow hasn't 
 snapped her up long ago," Jerry answered.
 
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 " She's better as she is," said Glen. 
 
 " Not she. In her case I should say she 
 ought to have a mate. She looks a woman who 
 could make a man happy." 
 
 " There's no telling," declared Glen gloomily. 
 
 The Buckjumping Show was a huge success, 
 and a large ground had been taken for it in 
 Melbourne for a month, during which time 
 the Caulfield and Melbourne Cups would be 
 decided. 
 
 Glen was surprised when his share was 
 calculated by Bill Bigs. It was far more than 
 he had expected in his most sanguine moments. 
 Jim Benny was given a bonus with which he 
 was more than contented. Nearly all Jim's 
 spare time was spent with Clara, who was in 
 perfect health, and had developed into a very 
 pretty woman. Her mind, however, was still 
 a blank as regards everything before she came 
 to Glen Leigh's hut. Glen thought some sudden 
 shock might restore the lost memories. At the 
 same time the effect might be serious. Probably 
 it would be better for her peace to remain as 
 she was. Glen's feelings towards her were
 
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 difficult to analyse. He knew by the way she 
 always greeted him that she regarded him as a 
 father. At first he thought he loved her, but 
 gradually this feeling lessened, and he knew it 
 was pity and compassion that had grown in 
 him, not love. He was more solicitous towards 
 her than he had ever been, spoke kindly, 
 looked after her every comfort, and she trusted 
 and idolised him but not as a lover. 
 
 With Jim it was different. He was younger 
 than Glen, and there was no doubt about his 
 affection for her. She treated him differently 
 from Glen, was more reserved, never kissed 
 him ; she shrank away when he came too 
 near, and was nervous in his presence. 
 
 Jim noticed all this and misunderstood. 
 He thought her love was all for Glen Leigh, and 
 this embittered him. He had not the strength 
 of character of the elder man, could not stand 
 trials so well, was soon cast down and dispirited. 
 He had seen her kiss Glen when they met 
 she always did and yet when he came near 
 her she shrank away. 
 
 Glen seemed to get the best out of life, while 
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 He forgot what Glen had done for him. A 
 growing jeakmsy rose against his comrade ; 
 such feelings were easily roused in him. 
 
 " I must know what he means, what she 
 means," said Jim to himself. " It's torturing 
 me. I can't stand it I won't."
 
 CHAPTER XVIII 
 
 A QUESTION OF JOCKEYS 
 
 CRAIG BELLSHAW'S life at Mintaro was a 
 burden to him ; if his time had not been occupied 
 there is no telling what might have happened. 
 During the day he was constantly out of doors, 
 but at night, his lonely dinner ended, he sat 
 down and brooded. There were many actions 
 in his life that would not bear the searchlight. 
 He did not regret them ; he was hardened. 
 What he missed was the presence of a woman. 
 It could not be called companionship, because 
 he never gave his friendship fully to anyone. 
 It would soon be time for him to go to Sydney 
 and see his horses do their work for the big 
 Victorian Meeting. He had great hopes of 
 Barellan winning the Melbourne Cup, and 
 thought Flash had a chance in the Caulfield 
 Race. He heard from his trainer regularly, 
 and the reports were favourable. Letters 
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 for Mintaro were left at Boonara by the mail 
 coach which came twice a week. 
 
 He read the account of the buckjumping 
 exhibition, and begrudged Bill Bigs and Glen 
 Leigh their success. They were his horses ; 
 why had he not thought of such a show and 
 run it himself ? He always begrudged for- 
 tune's favours to others. 
 
 He had been uneasy ever since he found the 
 piece of paper with Lin Soo written on it pushed 
 under his door. He tried to persuade himself 
 it meant nothing, but he knew different. It 
 was a warning and he wondered how much 
 Glen Leigh knew. Then there was Garry 
 Backham. He must see him before he went 
 to Sydney and find out how the land lay in 
 that quarter. 
 
 His man brought the post-bag and placed it 
 on the table. Craig unlocked it and took out 
 the letters and papers. He opened one from 
 Ivor Hadwin, who gave favourable accounts 
 of the progress of all his horses, and prophesied 
 a successful campaign in Victoria. Barellan 
 was specially mentioned. No horse could be
 
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 doing better ; he had come on by leaps and 
 bounds and was at least ten pounds better than 
 when he ran at Randwick. 
 
 " If he is he'll win the Cup," said Craig. 
 
 He placed the letter on one side to answer ; 
 the post-bag had to be at Boonara next day. 
 There were several bills, some circulars, 
 newspapers, and one or two packages. A 
 letter, directed in a lady's hand, claimed his 
 attention. He knew the writing ; it was 
 from Mrs. Prevost. 
 
 " She wants more money, I suppose," he 
 muttered. " She'll have to want. I've been 
 too openhanded with her, and she's not a bit 
 grateful. Women never are." 
 
 As he read the letter his face became gloomy : 
 it was not pleasant to look at. The contents 
 angered him. She expressed her intention of 
 severing all connection with him, said she had 
 no desire to see him again, and much more to 
 the same effect. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw was in a rage. He considered 
 Mrs. Prevost a useful adjunct to his visits 
 to Sydney. There was always a house to go
 
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 to, where he could be sure of comfort, and the 
 presence of a woman who was good to look 
 upon ; and now she coolly said she had no desire 
 to see him again. There were no words of 
 apology or respect. She repudiated the 
 bargain, or what he considered the bargain, 
 between them. There must be some solid 
 reason for it, and the only one he could think 
 of was another man. She would find he was 
 not to be treated in this cavalier fashion . Some 
 men might stand it ; he would not. 
 
 He made up his mind to go to Sydney at 
 once. There were plenty of hands at Mintaro, 
 and his new overseer would look to things. 
 He announced his intention of going next day. 
 
 He started in the early morning, arriving at 
 Boonara about eleven o'clock ; from there 
 he would take the coach to Bourke. He went 
 to Garry Backhands, and asked him if there 
 was anything he could do for him in Sydney. 
 
 " He's mighty polite," thought Garry, 
 " there's some mischief afoot." 
 
 They talked for some time, and Craig 
 said. " About the money I lent you to buy
 
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 this place, I've thought it over ; you're welcome 
 to it. You were always reliable when you were 
 with me and did your work well." 
 
 " He's changed his tune," thought Garry. 
 
 " You can consider yourself free of that 
 debt," said Craig. 
 
 " I thought you'd come round to my way of 
 thinking," replied Garry, who knew well 
 enough why he had suddenly become generous, 
 
 " It was always my intention to make you 
 a present of it," Craig declared. 
 
 " Then why didn't you do it at first ? " 
 
 " Because I wished to see what sort of man 
 you were, and how you'd take it." 
 
 " Glen Leigh and Bill Bigs have done well 
 in Sydney with the show," said Garry. 
 
 " It's lucky they got some of my horses. 
 He seems to have picked out the right sort." 
 
 " Trust him for that. The fellow they call 
 The Savage is a ripper. He's by old Tear'em, 
 I'll swear. I never saw such a brute, but Leigh 
 mastered him as soon as he was yarded." 
 
 " Everybody seems to think he's a wonderful 
 man," said Craig.
 
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 " So he is. They're few and far between," 
 answered Garry. " I see your horses are 
 doing good work for the Cups. Do you fancy 
 them ? " 
 
 " Barellan and Flash both have chances." 
 
 " I've got a couple of tickets in the sweep on 
 the Melbourne Cup," said Garry. 
 
 " If you draw Barellan I shall expect you to 
 stump up a good round sum out of your lot," 
 Bellshaw told him. 
 
 " You'll get nothing out of me if I draw him, 
 but it's about a million to one I don't," retorted 
 Garry. 
 
 " Whoever draws him will have to give me 
 a cut out of the sweep or they'll stand a poor 
 chance of getting a run for their money," 
 said Craig. 
 
 " You don't mean to say you'd scratch 
 Barellan for a race like the Melbourne Cup 
 merely because you were not offered anything 
 out of the sweep ? " Garry asked. 
 
 " I would. No man shall get the better of 
 me. It's only fair. I have all the expense 
 incurred over the horse."
 
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 " Then you're not much of a sportsman." 
 
 " Just as good as anyone else," returned 
 Craig. 
 
 " Well, if I happen to draw him you can 
 scratch him. You'll not get me to lay you 
 anything," said Garry. 
 
 When Bellshaw arrived in Sydney he went 
 to Hadwin's house at Randwick, where there 
 was always a room for him. The trainer 
 would have preferred his staying elsewhere, 
 but could raise no objections. The horses 
 pleased him, Barellan especially. He seemed 
 in rare fettle, and the trainer said no horse 
 could possibly have done better. 
 
 " You'll have to look out for a jockey soon, 
 or they'll all be snapped up. There is likely 
 to be a big field, thirty runners or thereabouts," 
 said Ivor. 
 
 " What about Nicholl ? " 
 
 " He'd be all right if you could get him." 
 
 "Is he engaged ? " 
 
 " Not that I know of." 
 
 " Then what's to prevent me engaging 
 him ? "
 
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 Had win hesitated, then said, " He'll want 
 a big fee." 
 
 " And can't I pay it ? " thundered Bellshaw. 
 
 " You can pay it. The question is will 
 you ? " said the trainer. 
 
 " If it's reasonable. What will he want ? " 
 
 " A hundred at least." 
 
 ' Then he'll not get it. I'm not going to 
 pay any jockey a hundred, win or lose. If 
 Barellan wins it's a different matter." 
 
 " Shall I see him about it or will you ? " 
 asked Ivor. 
 
 " You'd better see him. If he asked me 
 that figure there's no telling what I'd say to 
 him," Bellshaw answered. 
 
 Hadwin saw Nicholl on the training ground 
 next morning. Bellshaw was there, standing 
 some distance away. 
 
 " Will you ride Barellan in the Melbourne 
 Cup ? " asked Ivor. 
 
 " What sort of a chance has he ? " 
 
 " A winning chance. You can have the 
 leg up on him this morning ; he's just coming 
 out."
 
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 " All right/' agreed Nicholl. 
 
 " Then come with me," said the trainer. 
 
 When Barellan came out with Nicholl up 
 there was a stir among the watchers. Luke 
 Nicholl was one of the best jockeys. There 
 were few to equal him, and it was known he 
 had not a mount in the Cup, as he declined 
 to tie himself down. His appearance on 
 Barellan at once set tongues wagging as to 
 the possibility of his riding the horse in the 
 Cup. Nicholl liked the way Barellan moved. 
 He knew he was a good game animal, and 
 8st. 71b. was a nice weight. He could do it 
 comfortably. 
 
 " He moves well," said Nicholl, when he 
 dismounted. 
 
 " You'll find him a far different horse in a 
 race. He's not a track horse," said Ivor. 
 " Will you accept the mount ? " 
 
 " It all depends." 
 
 " What on ? " 
 
 " The amount to be paid me." 
 
 " What do you want ? " 
 
 " A couple of hundred."
 
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 " Win or lose ? " 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " He'll never give that. I doubt if he'll give 
 a hundred, but come over to my place and 
 talk it over. I'd like you to be on him, Luke, 
 because I think he'll just about win," said the 
 trainer. 
 
 " You can't expect me to ride him without 
 I get a good fee," answered Nicholl. " I'm 
 worth it, eh ? " 
 
 " You are, and if I had the arranging of it 
 I'd give you fair terms. You'll just suit 
 Barellan ; he wants a lot of riding. He's a lazy 
 beggar, and you know how to handle such 
 horses," 
 
 " When shall I come over ? " 
 
 "After breakfast." 
 
 " I'll be there soon after nine," said Nicholl, 
 " but you can tell him I must have my price. 
 I've not worked my way to the top of the ladder 
 without trouble, and I mean to get what I'm 
 worth." 
 
 " I'll do my best, but don't be hasty over 
 it, or you'll regret it, " replied Ivor.
 
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 Something in the trainer's earnest manner 
 appealed to the jockey. 
 
 " We've always been friends," he said- 
 " I'd like to ride a big winner for you." 
 
 " Then ride Barellan. He's one of the best 
 horses I ever saw," said the trainer
 
 CHAPTER XIX 
 
 MRS. PREVOST'S DILEMMA 
 
 THERE was a tough skirmish when Nicholl 
 met Craig Bellshaw at Hadwin's, but eventually 
 the owner of Barellan gave way, mainly owing 
 to his trainer's representations and persuasion, 
 and settled with the jockey to ride both his 
 horses, Flash at Caulfield, and Barellan at 
 Flemington, for two hundred, win or lose, 
 five per cent, on the stakes, and five per cent, 
 on any sweep money that might be forthcoming. 
 Having fixed this up, with a good deal of 
 grumbling, Bellshaw set out for Manley 
 to see Mrs. Prevost, who was not aware he 
 was in Sydney. 
 
 .Bellshaw was in a bad temper. Things 
 
 were all awry, and even the thought of winning 
 
 the Melbourne Cup with Barellan did not 
 
 soothe him. It was a disagreeable surprise 
 
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 to Mrs. Prevost when she heard who her 
 visitor was. 
 
 Bellshaw made no bones about the matter. 
 He asked her what she meant by writing him 
 such a letter after all he had done for her ; 
 he upbraided her in no measured terms, used 
 harsh names, and behaved somewhat brutally. 
 It was his way with women. 
 
 She resented his conduct and replied forcibly. 
 He saw she was determined, and this angered 
 him still more. There was a scene, they lost 
 their tempers, and mutual recriminations 
 were the result. Mrs. Prevost was expecting 
 Glen Leigh for lunch and wished to get rid 
 of Bellshaw before he arrived. She dreaded 
 their meeting, not on his account, but for the 
 effect it might have on Leigh, and her influence 
 with him. Bellshaw, however, did not seem 
 in any hurry to go. He was loth to give her 
 up ; in his way he liked her. 
 
 " The fact is," he said, " you've taken up 
 with someone else. I warn you he shall 
 know all about you." 
 
 " You are cad enough to do that ? " she asked
 
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 " You can call me names if you wish ; I 
 don't care, but I'll make it mighty unpleasant 
 for you," he said. 
 
 There was a ring at the front door. Mrs. 
 Prevost was at her wits' end how to act. It was 
 no doubt Glen Leigh. 
 
 She left the room hurriedly, and opened 
 the door herself. It was Glen Leigh. She took 
 him into the front room, and said her maid 
 had just gone out ; she promised to return in 
 a few minutes, and left him. 
 
 Glen thought this strange. She was agitated ; 
 something must have upset her. He wondered 
 what it was. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw also wondered why she had 
 gone out of the room. He heard her open the 
 door, and someone come in. Who was it ? 
 The voice sounded like a man's. 
 
 She gave him a hint that he had better 
 be going. 
 
 " Not until I have seen who your visitor 
 is," he said. 
 
 " If I have a visitor it is no business of yours," 
 she retorted.
 
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 ' It is. I am still interested in you even if 
 you treat me badly," he said. 
 
 What was she to do ? How could she 
 prevent a meeting between him and Glen 
 Leigh ? She cudgelled her brains but was at 
 a loss to find a plan. Bellshaw did not seem 
 inclined to move. 
 
 Glen Leigh waited a quarter of an hour and 
 became restless. What detained her ? He 
 heard voices in the next room, but could 
 not distinguish who was speaking. Perhaps 
 she had a visitor. If so, why did she not 
 tell him ? 
 
 " I must ask you to leave my house," she 
 said desperately 
 
 Bellshaw laughed. 
 ' Your house ? " he sneered. 
 
 ' Yes, mine. You did not know I had 
 bought it." 
 
 " Have you paid for it ? " 
 
 " I have, if that's any consolation to you." 
 
 " And you wish me to believe that ? I 
 wonder where you got the money from ? " 
 
 " It was my money. I am not without 
 means," she answered indignantly
 
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 He laughed as he got up, but there was an 
 evil look in his eyes. 
 
 "I'll go. I don't wish to interfere with 
 your pleasures, or any conquests you may 
 make, but I've not done with you, I promise 
 you that," said Bellshaw. 
 
 He took up his hat and opened the door 
 She followed him Would he go into the 
 front room ? 
 
 Her heart beat fast. She felt faint. It 
 was a trying moment. 
 
 Glen Leigh might see him leave the house, 
 but he would not know who he was ; if Bellshaw 
 saw him there was no telling what might 
 happen. 
 
 Bellshaw passed the door of the room, 
 opened the front door, and walked away 
 without saying another word, or even raising 
 his hat. It was a tremendous relief now he 
 was gone ; she waited a few minutes to regain 
 her composure, and then with a faint smile, 
 entered the front room. 
 
 Glen Leigh was looking out of the window ; 
 he recognised Craig Bellshaw and was so
 
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 astonished he did not hear her open the door. 
 Scores of questions crowded into his mind as 
 he saw the owner of Mintaro walking away ; 
 the main questions were how came he to Mrs. 
 Prevost's, and for what purpose ? 
 
 She saw Glen with his back turned to her, 
 and knew he had seen her visitor; she was not 
 aware Leigh knew him, and of his doings 
 elsewhere of which she was in ignorance ; she 
 had, as yet, no conception of the depths of 
 infamy to which Bellshaw had sunk. 
 
 " I am sorry to keep you waiting so long, 
 but 1 had a visitor," she said. 
 
 " I saw him leave the house," said Glen, 
 turning sharply round. 
 
 " He's an old friend ; I have known him 
 many years." She could not make him out. 
 He was looking at her steadily ; his eyes seemed 
 to pierce her. 
 
 " I know him," said Glen quietly. " I did 
 not expect to see him in your house." 
 
 " You know him ! " she exclaimed aghast, 
 the colour deserting her cheeks. 
 
 " Yes. Do you know him well ? " he asked.
 
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 " Yes, but why do you ask in such a strange 
 way ? " 
 
 "I do not think you know what Craig 
 Bellshaw really is. I am sure you do not. If 
 you did he would never have been admitted 
 to your house/' said Glen. 
 
 What was she about to hear ? She must 
 learn more ; how was she to excuse herself 
 to him ? What if he and Bellshaw met ? 
 There would be revelations, her backsliding 
 would be magnified a hundred times ; she must 
 have the first say no matter what it cost her- 
 
 " What is he ? " she asked. 
 
 " A bad man, almost a murderer. I dare 
 not tell you what has happened at Mintaro. 
 You would be overwhelmed with shame to 
 think you ever had dealings with, or ever took 
 the hand of such a man," said Glen seriously. 
 
 She looked very charming in her distress. 
 Even Glen Leigh would have been very dense 
 had he failed to see the appeal in her eyes, or 
 to recognise that she liked him very much 
 indeed. 
 
 No woman had ever appealed to him quite
 
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 in the same way as Mrs. Prevost; he had 
 thought a good deal about her since he saw 
 her last. 
 
 " Tell me about him," she said. 
 " What was he doing here ? " asked Glen 
 who doubted everything where Craig Bellshaw 
 was concerned. 
 
 " He came to see me, not at my request, 
 but I was not surprised. I had written to 
 him at Mintaro telling him " she hesitated. 
 
 Glen waited. Should he help her out ? 
 He thought he could. Rage was surging up in 
 him, not against Mrs. Prevost, but against 
 Bellshaw. Was she another of his victims ? 
 
 That was hardly possible ; yet there were 
 unmistakable signs of acute distress at the 
 situation in which she was placed. As Glen 
 thought, a sudden wave of feeling overwhelmed 
 him, and would not be beaten back. He loved 
 this woman. By some strange fatality Bell- 
 shaw was connected with her as he had been 
 with the other woman. He felt a mad desire 
 to rush after Bellshaw and kill him. This 
 passed in a few seconds ; then he said, in answer
 
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 to her hesitation, " Telling him you never 
 wished to see him again." 
 
 She looked at him in great surprise, feeling 
 intense relief. This man understood her, 
 because he knew Craig Bellshaw for what he 
 was. Already he had forgiven her without the 
 asking. He did not blame her, but the man. 
 In that case he guessed some of the truth and 
 the rich blood crimsoned her cheeks. She 
 bowed her head ; then she looked straight at 
 him and said, "That is what I wrote him that 
 I never wished to see him again. I ordered 
 him to leave the house, my house, when you 
 saw him go. I will never admit him again." 
 
 "I am glad of that," said Glen. "Very 
 glad. When did you write to him ? " 
 
 It was the truth she would tell him. 
 
 " The day after you came here with Jerry," 
 she said. 
 
 Glen smiled. 
 
 " What decided you to write ? " he asked. 
 
 "You did." 
 
 Again he smiled. 
 
 " I wonder how that happened ? " he said.
 
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 " Can't you guess ? " she answered in a 
 low voice. 
 
 " No, at least not yet. Later on I'll try 
 with your permission." 
 
 ' You have it now. I want a friend like 
 you." 
 
 ' You don't think he'd dare to come here 
 again ? " asked Glen savagely. 
 
 " There is no telling what he might do. Try 
 and avoid him." 
 
 " Why should 1 ? " 
 
 " He's a dangerous man." 
 
 Glen laughed. 
 
 "I'm more than a match for him in many 
 ways," he replied. 
 
 After lunch she asked him to tell her about 
 Craig Bellshaw. 
 
 " I will tell you one terrible thing which I 
 believe to be quite true," he said. " I am 
 waiting to find out. It is a matter of time, 
 and you must promise not to repeat what I 
 tell you." 
 
 She readily gave her promise and he told 
 her in a graphic narrative all about the woman
 
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 who came to his hut, what happened there, 
 and since her recovery. He concealed nothing, 
 not even about Lin Soo. He thought, in 
 justice, she ought to know what manner of 
 man Craig Bellshaw was. 
 
 As she listened, horrified, believing every 
 word, she felt deeply humiliated when she 
 thought what Bellshaw had been in her life ; 
 she shuddered with repulsion. 
 
 " Bring her here," she said. " Let her 
 be my companion. I may be able to call 
 back her lost memories. I will love her for 
 all she has suffered. You will trust her 
 with me, will you not ? "
 
 CHAPTER XX 
 
 THE DRAWER OF BARELLAN 
 
 THEY decided to allow Clara to go to Mrs. 
 Prevost's, and Glen took her there. She was 
 given a kindly welcome. Mrs. Prevost was 
 glad to have her, liked her at once. The feeling 
 was mutual. Glen felt he had left her in good 
 hands, that she would be happy and comfort- 
 able. 
 
 " Don't let Bellshaw see her if by any chance 
 he calls," said Glen, " but he will be going to 
 Melbourne for the Cup meetings, and our 
 show leaves to-morrow. I shall not see you 
 again for several weeks." 
 
 " I shall look forward to your return 
 I hope you will do well there," she answered. 
 
 " I think we shall. There is no reason 
 why we should not do even better than in 
 Sydney." 
 
 As Glen was leaving, having bid good-bye 
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 to Clara, he said, " On my return I may have 
 something to tell you ; something which I hope 
 will be for our happiness." 
 
 She smiled brightly, guessing what he meant. 
 There was a prospect of sailing into a peaceful 
 harbour after a stormy life. Glen Leigh was 
 indeed a man. He had not even questioned 
 her about the past, or her relations with 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 The horses, and all the paraphernalia of the 
 show, went to Melbourne by steamer, Glen 
 and Jim going with them. During the short 
 voyage Glen thought Jim taciturn and ill- 
 tempered. He asked him the cause. 
 
 " I'm sick of life," said Jim, " I never seem 
 to get anything out of it. You and Bill have 
 all the luck." 
 
 " I don't think you've done so badly," 
 objected Glen, "and now you have a share in 
 the show. What more do you want ? " 
 
 " A good deal more. I want happiness, 
 and I don't seem in the way of getting it." 
 
 "Why not? What troubles you? Tell 
 me, lad ; I may be able to help you."
 
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 Then, as they sat on deck, Jim poured out 
 the vials of his ill-tempered wrath on Glen's 
 head. He told how he loved Clara, but that 
 she avoided, shunned him. He complained 
 that it was very hard lines he, Glen, should 
 come between them. For a long time he 
 went on grumbling, and Glen listened to him 
 patiently not saying a word. He let him 
 exhaust himself before he made any reply. 
 
 " Jim, you're a fool," said Glen. ' When she 
 first came across my path and found her way to 
 my hut, as I sat and nursed her back to life, 
 you helping me, I thought I loved her. I was 
 sure of it. That same feeling possessed me 
 when we came to Sydney. It remained with 
 me until something happened which opened 
 my eyes, something totally unexpected. She 
 put her arms round my neck and kissed me." 
 
 " I know, "said Jim. "I know. She always 
 does. She loves you." 
 
 Glen smiled as he said, " You're a bit shallow, 
 Jim. You can't see far. I knew when she 
 kissed me she would never love me like that, 
 so I gave it up. She regarded me as a father,
 
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 that was all, and I'm quite contented she should. 
 I've found out the feeling I had for her was not 
 that of a lover. I love her, I always shall, 
 because I rescued her from death. It's only 
 natural. You've no need to fear me as a 
 rival. I love another woman, not her." 
 
 Jim's face brightened. He knew Glen spoke 
 the truth ; he always did. It clouded again 
 as he thought how she avoided him 
 
 "The reason she doesn't kiss you," said 
 Glen, " is because she feels different towards 
 you. She doesn't think it would be right. 
 I've watched her, and I think if she does not 
 love you now she will in days to come. She'll 
 miss you when you are away from her in 
 Melbourne. Probably she'll talk to Mrs. 
 Prevost about you. Wait till you come back 
 and then see how the land lies. She's not fit 
 to marry yet, not strong enough. It will be 
 better to wait until she recovers her memory." 
 
 " She may never recover it," said Jim. 
 
 " She will, I'm sure of it, and through Mrs. 
 Prevost, who will help her. She's a sym- 
 pathetic woman, and I told her all about it,
 
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 everything. She'll do all in her power to 
 bring back her lost memory ; she said she 
 would," Glen answered. 
 
 After this conversation Jim was a different 
 man. 
 
 All along he had been jealous of Glen; now 
 the cause was removed. Sometimes he gave a 
 thought to Joe Calder, but he felt no regret 
 for what he had done ; the man had brought 
 it on himself. 
 
 " If I hadn't shot him he'd have done for 
 me," said Jim to himself. 
 
 The show arrived safely in Melbourne, and 
 opened in a large tent on the St. Kilda Road. 
 Crowds flocked to it, and before the first week 
 was over Glen knew they were in for an even 
 better season than in Sydney. They started 
 business the Saturday before the Caulfield 
 Cup. The tent was packed every night, and 
 sometimes twice a day. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin arrived at Caulfield with his 
 horses, Barellan, Flash, and a couple of 
 others. 
 
 Betting on the two Cups was brisk, and 
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 Barellan was well backed by the public at a 
 hundred to eight. 
 
 Bellshaw had been laid a fair sum to nothing 
 by the drawer of Flash in the Caulfield Cup 
 Sweep. 
 
 The first Hundred Thousand Pound Sweep 
 on the Melbourne Cup was to be drawn in 
 Sydney on Monday night. 
 
 When Glen Leigh was informed he laughed, 
 and said, " I don't set much account on it. 
 A fellow can't* expect to get anything with 
 one ticket in a hundred thousand." 
 
 There was a tremendous race for the Caulfield 
 Cup, and Flash ran third, being beaten by 
 Roland and Mackay. 
 
 Flash ran a remarkably fast race. Ivor 
 Hadwin hardly thought him good enough to 
 win and he died away a furlong from the 
 post. Knowing what Barellan could do with 
 Flash on the track, the trainer told Nicholl 
 he thought the Melbourne Cup was pretty 
 nearly as good as won. 
 
 The result of the drawing for the Hundred 
 Thousand Pound Sweep on the Melbourne 
 Cup was made public on the Wednesday.
 
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 Glen Leigh received a wire from Bill Big s 
 which fairly astonished him. 
 
 " You have drawn Barellan. Good luck- 
 Bill." 
 
 This was astounding news indeed. He had 
 only one ticket in the sweep, number 33444, 
 and it had drawn Barellan, third favourite 
 for the great race. Was there ever such a 
 stroke of luck ! Glen could hardly believe in 
 his good fortune. Barellan was Bellshaw's horse 
 which made it more remarkable still. All his 
 friends connected with the show crowded round 
 congratulating him. He was regarded as a 
 kind of hero. The first prize was close upon 
 twenty-five thousand pounds, and there were 
 numerous other large and small sums to be 
 divided. He was bound to get one of the 
 first three big prizes with such a horse as 
 Barellan running for him, so said everybody 
 who knew him. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin heard the news with mixed 
 feelings ; he was glad Leigh had drawn the 
 horse, but wondered what would happen if 
 he declined to give Craig Bellshaw a cut out
 
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 of the sweep money. It was impossible to 
 keep the fact that Leigh had drawn Barellan 
 a secret, nor had he any wish it should be so. 
 
 " I've drawn the horse ; where's the harm 
 in people knowing it ? " said Glen. 
 
 Bill Bigs arrived in Melbourne, and consulted 
 with Glen as to what was best to be done. 
 
 Bill advised him to lay some of it against 
 Barellan. He could stand to win a large sum 
 to nothing, and if the horse lost he would also 
 be a winner. Glen, however, was adamant 
 on this point. He declared he would not 
 lay off a penny ; he'd stand the thing right out. 
 
 " It's only cost me a pound," he said. 
 " That's not much, and I'd sooner go the 
 whole hog and win the lot, if Barellan wins. 
 If he loses I shall not grumble." 
 
 "Please yourself," said Bill. "From all 
 I hear you stand a good chance of pulling it 
 off at the first time of asking. It's an extra- 
 ordinary piece of luck, that's what it is. I 
 know fellows who have been going in for sweeps 
 for years and have never drawn a horse. I've 
 been doing it for a dozen years, and all I 
 ever got was a non-starter."
 
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 " You shall have a couple of hundred if 
 Barellan wins," said Glen. " So shall Jim, 
 and I'll see Hadwin and Nicholl have a 
 trifle." 
 
 " You're distributing the cash before you've 
 won," laughed Bill. 
 
 " Half the fun of things is to anticipate, 
 and plan out what you'll do with the money," 
 Glen laughed back. 
 
 "So it is. I've drawn some nice little 
 pictures myself, but they've always been 
 rubbed out, not so much as a daub remaining," 
 said Bill. 
 
 When Glen met Hadwin, the trainer asked, 
 " I suppose you've not heard from Bellshaw ? " 
 
 " No. What do I want to hear from him 
 for ? " replied Glen. 
 
 Hadwin smiled. 
 
 " You've not had much experience of sweeps. 
 Owners generally expect a good slice out of 
 them," he said. 
 
 " If Bellshaw expects to get me to lay him 
 a big slice he's mistaken. I shan't lay him a 
 penny," replied Glen determinedly.
 
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 " For goodness' sake don't say that," ex- 
 postulated Hadwin in genuine alarm. 
 
 " Why not ? I mean it." 
 
 " It will ruin me, Leigh, ruin me. I've 
 backed Barellan for all I'm worth, or nearly 
 so," said the trainer. 
 
 " Well, my drawing him in the sweep won't 
 stop him winning." 
 
 " No, I don't mean that. I think he will 
 win, but if you don't lay Bellshaw a fair sum, 
 there's no telling what he'll do." 
 
 " What can he do ? " asked Glen surprised. 
 
 " Scratch him," said Hadwin in a low 
 tremulous voice.
 
 CHAPTER XXI 
 
 LAME 
 
 CRAIG BELLSHAW soon heard who was the 
 drawer of Barellan in the great Melbourne Cup 
 Sweep. Glen Leigh held the ticket. He 
 smiled wickedly. He had found out that 
 Glen had been a welcome visitor at Mrs. 
 Prevost's. So this was the man who had 
 supplanted him. He wished him joy of his 
 bargain ; he'd find it pretty expensive. No 
 doubt it was Leigh who called when he, 
 Bellshaw, was ordered out of the house. If he 
 had only known he would have enlightened him 
 there and then ; he intended doing so at the first 
 favourable opportunity. He'd make it par- 
 ticularly hot and sultry for Mrs. Prevost, put 
 a spoke in her wheel that even Glen Leigh 
 would not care to try and pull out. A keeper 
 of the fence, a common showman, a rider of 
 buckjumpers, to be ousted by such a man 
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 216 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 it made Craig Bellshaw writhe. He did not 
 call at Sea View before he left for Melbourne ; 
 there was time enough. He'd put in an 
 appearance when he had fairly choked Leigh 
 off, made him sick of the whole business. 
 He hated him, he hated Mrs. Prevost for 
 throwing him over, and he vowed vengeance 
 against them. Leigh had thwarted him in 
 many ways when he had been on the fence. 
 Bellshaw recalled how on one occasion he had 
 given him the He direct at a meeting held at 
 Boonara, and had proved his statement up 
 to the hilt. This had lessened the owner 
 of Mintaro's prestige considerably, and he had 
 not forgiven it. 
 
 Glen Leigh had drawn Barellan. Bellshaw 
 chuckled, a curious gurgling sound, more like 
 the growling of a dog. This decided him. 
 He had returned to Sydney after the Caulfield 
 Cup ; he didn't care for Melbourne. He took 
 train back again as soon as he heard who had 
 drawn Barellan in the sweep. 
 
 He always stayed at Scott's. He walked 
 there from Spencer Street Station, along 
 Collins Street.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 217 
 
 " Hallo, Bellshaw, back again ? " 
 
 It was Nick Gerard who, for a wonder 
 
 i 
 
 was in that part of the town. 
 
 " You, Nick. What's the news ? " 
 
 "I expect you know it all; you're never 
 much behind the times where your interests 
 are concerned. By Gad, perhaps you don't 
 know ; it only happened this morning. When 
 did you arrive ? " 
 
 " I've just come in by the express. What's 
 up ?" 
 
 "Your horse, Barellan." 
 
 " Well ? " 
 
 " He went lame on the track at Flemington 
 this morning, limped away badly, and it's 
 the week before the race. He'll not have 
 much time to pull round. I'm sorry for you. 
 It's deuced bad luck, but you can stand it. 
 I'm more sorry for that chap, Glen Leigh, who 
 drew him in the sweep. It's rough on him 
 I like him ; he's the best roughrider I ever saw. 
 I'm open to bet there isn't a bucker in 
 Australia can get rid of him in a quarter of 
 an hour. I told him I'd bet a level thousand,
 
 218 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 two thousand if anybody wanted it, and give 
 him half if he won," said Nick. 
 
 " My horse lame ! " exclaimed Bellshaw, 
 ignoring the latter part of Nick's remarks. 
 
 " Dead lame, from all accounts. I didn't 
 see him, but I met Luke Nicholl in Bourke 
 Street, and he told me. He was on his back, 
 so he ought to know," said the bookmaker. 
 
 " Damn him ! He'd no right to say any- 
 thing about it, especially to a bookmaker," 
 cried Bellshaw angrily. 
 
 " And pray why not ? What have I done ? 
 The fact will be in all the evening papers. 
 Most men I met at the Club were talking 
 about it." 
 
 " Were they ? It's a den of thieves," 
 almost shouted Bellshaw, in his anger. 
 
 " You're talking rot," said Nick, who knew 
 his man. He also had a fairly thick skin, 
 and such remarks failed to penetrate it. 
 "Have you been playing 'solo' all the way 
 from Sydney and losing, or what's ruffled 
 you?" 
 
 " I never play ' solo ' or hazards," sneered 
 Bellshaw.
 
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 " Well, I do, and I'm considered a fairly 
 good hand at the former. As to hazards, 
 I'll not say much about that. I'm out on 
 the green cloth, out a biggish sum, but I 
 can't leave off. It's in my blood. I must 
 throw the dice sometimes," said Nick. 
 
 " More fool you. Where are you going ? " 
 
 " To the Federal." 
 
 Bellshaw smiled grimly. 
 
 " What have you got there ? Is she nice ? 
 bewitching ? or just an ordinary filly ? " he 
 asked. 
 
 " It's a man, a dashed clever fellow, but he's 
 one failing, and it's got fairly hold of him 
 since he's been in Melbourne this time. I've 
 known him come here and never touch a drop 
 the whole blessed time, but he's been knocked 
 out this trip. I'd like to find out the beggar 
 who led him on. I'd give him a piece of my 
 mind," said Nick hotly. 
 
 " Haven't you enough to do without wasting 
 your time over a boozer ? " 
 
 " He's always been a friend of mine ; he's 
 done all his expenses in, and hasn't a bean. I
 
 220 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 mean to see him through, if he'll promise to 
 keep straight until the meeting's over." 
 
 " And do you suppose he will ? " sneered 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " Yes, if he gives me his word," replied Nick. 
 
 " You're blessed with an uncommon amount 
 of faith," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " And you've got none, not even in yourself. 
 If you'd any pluck you'd not squeal because 
 Barellan's gone lame. He may pull round. 
 Hadwin's a clever man with dicky horses." 
 
 " He's an ass or he'd not have galloped the 
 horse to a standstill. I told him he was 
 giving him too much work." 
 
 "I'm more sorry for him than you," said 
 the bookmaker. 
 
 Bellshaw laughed cynically, ignored the 
 remark and asked, " Who's your sick friend 
 at the Federal ? " 
 
 "Jerry Makeshift, of 'The Sketch,' one 
 of the best, the very best, a jewel with only 
 one flaw in it." 
 
 " A gem of the first water, with whiskey 
 in it," jeered Bellshaw.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 221 
 
 " And supposing he is ? That's better than 
 being a grinding, snarling, miserable money- 
 grubber," retorted Nick. 
 
 " Who's in a bad temper now ? " asked 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " You're enough to rile a parson," said Nick. 
 
 " I never tried. I don't know much about 
 'em. I haven't got a chaplain at Mintaro." 
 
 " By all accounts you ought to have." 
 
 " What for ? " 
 
 " To marry you," said Nick laughing. 
 
 Bellshaw swore and left him. Nick looked 
 after him. 
 
 " He's a rotter if ever there was one, but he's 
 been straight with me so far, and he'd better 
 continue to walk the line. The first time he 
 steps off it I'll push him right down," he 
 thought, then went into the Federal. 
 
 " Is Mr. Makeshift in ? " he asked the young 
 lady presiding over the entry book in the desk, 
 on the right hand side near the door. 
 
 " Oh, it's you, Mr. Gerard. Yes, he's in 
 He's been asking for you," and she told him 
 where to find him.
 
 222 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Nick ascended the stairs, knocked at the 
 door. 
 
 " Come in," said a thick voice. 
 
 Nick entered and found Jerry struggling 
 with a sketch. 
 
 " I don't feel a bit humorous," said Jerry. 
 
 " You're a pretty specimen," began Nick. 
 
 " Look here, Old Nick, if you've come here 
 to upbraid me I don't want to see you. What 
 I want is ten pounds to see me through." 
 
 Nick laughed. 
 
 " I'll let you have it if you promise to keep 
 all right." 
 
 " Snakes alive. You don't suppose I want 
 to be sacked, do you ? " exclaimed Jerry 
 
 " I'd be sorry if you were, so would thousands 
 of people. We'd all miss you, Jerry. ' The 
 Sketch ' wouldn't be the same paper," 
 answered Nick. 
 
 " That's awfully good of you," said the 
 repentant Jerry. " It means a lot to me. 
 I'll not go back on you, Nick, I promise you, 
 and you shall have some good stuff to amuse 
 you next week."
 
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 " That's right, old boy. Buck up. Here's 
 the cash. Have you heard the latest ? " 
 
 " I haven't been out for days." 
 
 " Barellan's lame ; Nicholl told me this 
 morning. I've just met Bellshaw. He's in 
 a towering rage, cursing everybody, and every- 
 thing. He can handle some language when he 
 likes. He's a heavyweight at it," said Nick. 
 
 " Bellshaw's a beast," replied Jerry. " I'm 
 not sorry for him, but I am for Leigh and 
 Hadwin." 
 
 " So am I, and I told him so," said Nick. 
 
 " What '11 happen ? " asked Jerry. 
 
 " I suppose he'll scratch him if there's no 
 chance of getting him to the post." 
 
 " Lame horses have gone to the post and 
 won a Melbourne Cup," said Jerry. 
 
 "I'd sooner have one with four legs sound." 
 
 "I say, Nick?" 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " What do you fancy ? " 
 
 " If Barellan gets right I think he'll win." 
 
 " And if not ? " 
 
 " Roland."
 
 224 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 "The Caulfield Cup winner ? " 
 
 " Yes. He's a good horse better than 
 folks imagine." 
 
 " But his penalty ? " 
 
 " He's a weight carrier His trainer says 
 he'd a stone in hand at Caulfield." 
 
 " That settles it," said Jerry
 
 CHAPTER XXII 
 
 SWEEP MONEY 
 
 AFTER the Caulfield Cup, Hadwin took the 
 horses to Flemington, where they were boxed 
 at the top of the hill, at the Racecourse Hotel, 
 where many good horses have had their 
 quarters. 
 
 Thither Bellshaw went, when he had been to 
 Scott's, and cleansed himself from the grime 
 that accumulated coming from Albury to 
 Melbourne. He was not popular at the hotel. 
 His generosity was of the miserly kind, and 
 everybody knew it. Still he was the owner 
 of Barellan, the sensational horse of the hour, 
 and people wondered if it would be a case of 
 another Assassin, who was reported lame, and 
 won easily. 
 
 The head waiter said, " It's just up to 
 Bellshaw to plant a lame 'un on us, and then 
 for the horse to come up smiling and win." 
 
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 226 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 When Bellshaw arrived at the Racecourse 
 Hotel he at once saw Hadwin, and there was a 
 stormy scene. 
 
 " I told you he'd break down if you gave him 
 such strong work," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " He hasn't broken down," retorted the 
 trainer. 
 
 " Gerard told me he's dead lame." 
 
 " That's different to breaking down. He's 
 not dead lame." 
 
 " Then what's the matter with him ? " 
 
 " Limped when he pulled up, that's all." 
 
 " Isn't that enough the week before the 
 race ? " growled Bellshaw. 
 
 " It would be under certain circumstances, 
 but it's not serious." 
 
 " You think he'll be fit to run ? " 
 
 The trainer laughed. 
 
 " Of course he will. Who put that silly 
 idea into your head ? " 
 
 " Let's look at him." 
 
 They walked down the yard to Barellan's 
 box. 
 
 " Bring him out," said Bellshaw.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 227 
 
 Hadwin called the head lad and the horse 
 was led out. He limped slightly. His near 
 fore-leg was swollen. 
 
 " It doesn't look hopeless," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " It isn't. He'll be all right in a couple of 
 days, and he's as fit as he can be. The rest 
 will not do him any harm." 
 
 " I haven't seen Leigh yet," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " You'll have no difficulty in finding him." 
 
 " He'll have to come down handsomely 
 over the sweep money." 
 
 "I don't think he will. I shouldn't be 
 suprised if he declines to lay you at all." 
 
 "He'll do it. If he doesn't I'll scratch 
 Barellan." 
 
 " You dare not. There would be a terrible 
 outcry against you." 
 
 " What do I care ? He's my horse ; I can 
 do as I like with him." 
 
 " If you scratch him you'll throw the Cup 
 away." 
 
 " You're confident. What makes you so 
 sanguine ? " 
 
 " I know what he can do, and after Flash's
 
 228 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 running in the Caulfield Cup it is a good thing," 
 returned the trainer. 
 
 " Don't say anything about the lameness 
 being slight," said Bellshaw. " You're sure 
 to have someone rooting round for informa- 
 tion." 
 
 " Very well," said Hadwin, who intended 
 doing as he thought fit. 
 
 At night Bellshaw went to the Show and saw 
 Glen Leigh ride The Savage. He admired 
 his skill ; he could not help it. 
 
 After the performance he went round to see 
 Glen Leigh and had a cool reception. 
 
 " I've come about the Sweep," he said. 
 " You've drawn my horse." 
 
 " He's lame," answered Glen. " Just my 
 luck. Will he run?" 
 
 " It all depends." 
 
 " Depends whether he's got over it by 
 Tuesday ? " said Glen. 
 
 " It depends on you." 
 
 " What have I got to do with it ? " 
 
 " A good deal. You've drawn Barellan 
 in the Sweep, and I expect a cut out of it."
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 229 
 
 " Do you, and how much do you expect ? " 
 
 " Half of what you draw. That's fair." 
 
 Glen laughed as he said, " You don't want 
 much. You'd better have the lot." 
 
 " It's a fair proposition," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " I drew Barellan and I shall stick to anything 
 I get out of it," Glen replied. 
 
 ' You mean you will give me nothing out 
 of the Sweep ? " 
 
 " Not a farthing," snapped Glen. 
 
 ' Then do you know what I shall do ? " 
 
 "No." 
 
 "I shall scratch him." 
 
 "A nice sportsmanlike proceeding that would 
 be," said Glen. 
 
 " I don't run my horse for your benefit, or 
 the benefit of the public." 
 
 " So I always understood," answered Glen. 
 
 " Consider it over. If you do not make me a 
 fair offer by Saturday I'll strike him out on 
 Monday." 
 
 " I don't think you will," said Glen, in a 
 mildly irritating way. 
 
 " But I shall."
 
 230 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Again I repeat I don't think you will." 
 
 " Why not ? " 
 
 " Because I can advance some weighty 
 reasons against your doing so." 
 
 " To which I shall not listen," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " To which I am certain you will listen, and, 
 having heard them, will fall in with my views." 
 
 Bellshaw was fast losing his temper. He 
 had no idea what Leigh was driving at. 
 
 " I tell you again if you don't come down 
 handsomely with the sweep money I'll strike 
 him out." 
 
 " And I say you will not," retorted Glen. 
 
 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 repre- 
 sentative 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 informa- 
 tion to wire to Sydney. There will be consider-
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 231 
 
 able 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 ques- 
 tioningly. 
 
 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. 
 
 " You told me a few minutes ago you'd 
 strike Barellan out if I did not give you a cut 
 out of the sweep," he said. 
 
 Tom Roslyn smiled knowingly at Jerry as 
 much as to say, " That's more like it." 
 
 " I say, Bellshaw, you'd never do a dirty 
 thing like that ? " said Nick.
 
 232 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 "I've told you my horse is lame ; I also 
 told Leigh I expected a cut out of the sweep, 
 and he said he wouldn't lay me anything. Do 
 you think that's fair ? " Bellshaw asked. 
 
 " He's drawn the horse ; he can do as he 
 likes. Personally I don't think an owner has 
 any right to demand sweep money," said Tom. 
 
 "That's your opinion, is it? I expect you'd 
 talk differently if you owned Barellan," 
 sneered Bellshaw. 
 
 " If a lucky drawer of the sweep money 
 offered me a portion I'd take it, but I'd never 
 demand it," replied Tom, 
 
 " I mean to get some of it anyhow," declared 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " Then if Barellan will start on those condi- 
 tions," said Tom, " he can't be so bad. I think 
 I'll risk it and wire to that effect. It will 
 relieve his backers." 
 
 " Wire if you like, but don't say I gave you 
 the information." 
 
 " Not willingly, but putting one thing with 
 another I think I am justified in wiring that 
 your horse's lameness is not so serious as at 
 first supposed," answered Tom.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 233 
 
 "Then you'll be misleading the public, 
 as you have done many a time." 
 
 " I never mislead the public, knowingly," 
 said Tom. 
 
 " Through ignorance of facts," sneered 
 Bellshaw. " Put it that way." 
 
 " You're not making a bed of roses for your- 
 self by going on in this way," said Jerry. 
 ' You'll smart for it if you don't mind." 
 
 " You've been on the spree ever since 
 you've been here," remarked Bellshaw. " 1 
 wonder what your boss would say if he knew." 
 
 ' You can tell him if you wish. I fancy 
 you'd get your change," retorted Jerry. 
 
 Turning to Leigh, Bellshaw said, " I've had 
 enough of this talk. You let me know by 
 Saturday what you are going to do, or I'll 
 act as I said I would." 
 
 He left them and walked out of the office. 
 
 " The atmosphere's a bit purer now he's 
 gone," said Tom. " Is'nt he a bounder ? " 
 
 " He is. I've a good mind to rub it into 
 him next week. He's a good figure to carica- 
 ture," answered Jerry.
 
 234 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " 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." 
 
 " Give 'em a month from date in which
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 235 
 
 to find the animals," replied Nick. " We must 
 limit it to six horses, one to be ridden each 
 night. It will pack the place, bring grist to 
 
 the mill, and it must come off in Sydney. I 
 
 i 
 
 mean to give Leigh half the stake if he wins, 
 as I feel sure he will." 
 
 " What do you say, Leigh ? " asked Tom. 
 
 " I'll accept with pleasure ; I'll ride anything 
 they like to bring in," answered Glen. 
 
 " Good man," said Tom. " There'll be 
 some sport. You'll have your work cut out." 
 
 Glen smiled confidently.
 
 CHAPTER XXIII 
 
 BEATEN 
 
 IT was Saturday night, and Glen Leigh had 
 sent no word to Bellshaw about the sweep 
 money. 
 
 Bellshaw waited impatiently in his private 
 room at the hotel, fretting and fuming. 
 
 " 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." 
 
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 THE SWEEP WINNER 237 
 
 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. 
 
 Glen relented. For the trainer's sake he 
 would see Bellshaw and try and persuade him 
 not to scratch Barellan, but he was firmly 
 resolved not to yield any sweep money.
 
 238 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Very well, I'll see him. I think I have a 
 persuasive way, and I'll try it on him," 
 answered Glen. 
 
 The trainer brightened visibly. 
 
 " You're a good 'un. I'll not forget it," 
 he said. 
 
 About eleven o'clock on Sunday morning 
 Glen Leigh was announced. 
 
 Bellshaw smiled when he heard the name 
 of his visitor. 
 
 " Show him up," he said, and added to 
 himself, "I thought he'd never be such an 
 ass as to throw a chance away." 
 
 Glen entered the room. The only greeting 
 he gave was a nod. He took a chair without 
 being asked, and threw his hat on the table, 
 then leaned back and looked at Bellshaw. 
 ." So you've come to your senses," said 
 Bellshaw. " It's lucky for you the office was 
 closed on Saturday night, or my orders to 
 scratch Barellan would have gone in. There's 
 the letter," and he threw it across the table 
 to him. 
 
 Much to Bellshaw's surprise, which quickly 

 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 239 
 
 changed to anger, Glen Leigh tore it up and let 
 the pieces flutter on the table. 
 
 " Damn your impertinence. WTiat do you 
 mean by that ? " roared Bellshaw. 
 
 A tap at the door. A waiter put in his head. 
 
 " Did you call, sir ? " 
 
 " No get out," foamed the angry man. 
 
 Glen smiled exasperatingly. 
 
 " What do you mean by it ? " asked Bell- 
 shaw again. 
 
 " It's a silly useless letter, because you will 
 not scratch Barellan," answered Glen. 
 
 Bellshaw simmered down. Leigh had come 
 to make terms ; they must be liberal. 
 
 " Useless because you are going to make 
 a proposal," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " I have a proposal to make ? " 
 
 " How much will you give me out of the 
 sweep ? " 
 
 " Nothing," was the unexpected answer. 
 
 Bellshaw flared up again, swore roundly, 
 talked fast and furiously, all to no purpose. 
 Leigh sat immovable, lit a cigar and waited 
 until he was exhausted.
 
 240 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Would you like to hear my proposition ? " 
 asked Glen calmly. 
 
 " Not if it doesn't refer to sweep money." 
 
 " You'd better, for your own sake. It's 
 rather important to you," said Glen. 
 
 " Nothing you have to say, outside the 
 matter at issue, can interest me," returned 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 Glen smiled at him. It was the most 
 irritating thing he could do. 
 
 " I shall sit here until you listen to what I 
 have to say," he said. 
 
 His manner was determined. He looked 
 stubborn, and was more than a match for Craig 
 Bellshaw, as far as strength went. He got 
 up and locked the door, putting the key in 
 his pocket. 
 
 " What I have to say you would not like 
 anyone to hear. Besides I don't want you to 
 bolt out of the room." 
 
 " Get along with it then," growled Bellshaw, 
 " but I assure you beforehand you are wasting 
 your time." 
 
 '' Oh no, I am not. You'll say so when I've
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 241 
 
 done. You'll consider it rather a clever move 
 on my part and that the time was very well 
 occupied. It's about a woman," blurted 
 out Glen suddenly. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw felt as though an electric 
 current had passed through him. The remark 
 was so unexpected, meant so many things, and 
 he was utterly in the dark. He stared at Glen, 
 who still smiled as he said, " I thought you'd 
 be surprised. Do you know what became 
 of the young woman you took away from 
 Mintaro and left in the open to die ? " 
 
 " You're raving. There never was a young 
 woman at Mintaro," said Bellshaw hoarsely. 
 
 " Oh yes, there was. You drove her away 
 in your buggy, emptied her out, and left her 
 insensible while you drove away. You told 
 me about it the night you walked in your sleep ; 
 at least all you knew. You acted well, very 
 well indeed. You illustrated in a remarkably 
 clear way how you attempted to throttle her. 
 You also showed me how you were dragging 
 her to some water hole, but thought better 
 of it, and left her to die of hunger. I heard 
 Q
 
 242 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 you speak to your horses so knew you must 
 have taken her there in a buggy. It's a bad 
 plan to walk in your sleep when you've a 
 murder on your conscience," said Glen. 
 
 Bellshaw glared at him like a caged tiger. 
 
 " Murder," he hissed. " Be careful what 
 you say." 
 
 Glen took no notice of his remark. 
 
 " Do you know what became of the woman ? " 
 he asked. 
 
 " There was no woman." 
 
 " Don't deny facts. It's a waste of breath. 
 Doesn't Backham know there was a woman at 
 Mintaro ? Don't all your hands know ? " 
 
 Bellshaw was silent. Glen was rubbing it 
 in strong. 
 
 " There's awful evidence against you to prove 
 she was at your place. We'll take that for 
 granted ; we'll also take it for granted you left 
 her in the wilderness to die you brute," said 
 Glen, who could hardly restrain his feelings. 
 
 Bellshaw writhed, but did not speak. He 
 waited to hear more. 
 
 " Do you know what became of the woman ? "
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 243 
 
 " I tell you there was no woman." 
 
 " There's ample proof that you lie," answered 
 Glen, " so I'll pass that. I found her in my 
 hut when I rode back from the fence." 
 
 He gave Bellshaw a graphic account of what 
 happened and how Jim Benny came to assist 
 him. 
 
 Then he looked hard at Bellshaw as he 
 placed his hands on the table and stood up, 
 leaning over until his face was within a few 
 inches of the squatter's. 
 
 " She died in my hut," said Glen. " You 
 are her murderer ; you can't get away from 
 that." 
 
 Bellshaw shivered. He believed what Glen 
 Leigh said. It was not true, but there was 
 every justification for making the statement 
 to punish him. 
 
 " She confessed how she came there and 
 everything you had done to her before she 
 died," went on Leigh. " Jim Benny knows 
 it ; Bill Bigs knows it ; they were there. The 
 evidence is strong enough, if not to hang you, 
 to send you to penal servitude for life."
 
 244 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Bellshaw tried to laugh, but was thoroughly 
 frightened. He had often wondered what had 
 become of the woman. The story sounded 
 probable. She might have wandered as far 
 as Leigh's hut. During the few minutes' 
 respite Bellshaw thought of a way to re- 
 taliate. 
 
 " You shot Joe Calder," he said. 
 
 Glen being innocent, laughed. Bellshaw 
 must have been dull if he did not see his shot 
 had not gone home. 
 
 " I did not. I shouldn't wonder if you had a 
 hand in it," retorted Glen. 
 
 " He was a friend of mine." 
 
 " You'd as soon leave a shot in a friend as 
 an enemy if he was in your way," said Glen. 
 
 " Why have you told me this silly story ? " 
 
 " In the first place because I want to bring 
 home to you that if Jim Benny, Bill Bigs and 
 myself bring a charge against you of causing 
 the death of this woman, you'll be in the hands 
 of the police instead of witnessing the Mel- 
 bourne Cup. In the second place if you scratch 
 Barellan you will have no mercy shown you. 
 We shall act at once," replied Glen.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 245 
 
 Bellshaw saw the drift of it all. He was 
 cornered. It was a clever move. He would 
 have to run the horse. The evidence of three 
 men who saw the woman die, and heard her 
 charge against him, would be serious too 
 serious for him to face in public. Even if 
 he escaped punishment he would be branded 
 with infamy for life. 
 
 " You'll not scratch Barellan ? " said Glen. 
 
 " I shall if I get no sweep money from you." 
 
 " I say you will not scratch the horse," 
 Glen repeated. 
 
 " Supposing I do." 
 
 " Then you will be taken into custody at 
 once on the charge I mentioned." 
 
 " And if I run him ? " 
 
 " You shall be free to do what you will. 
 Your conscience will punish you ; it has done 
 already. I saw that at Mintaro. You were 
 afraid a coward," said Glen. 
 
 " You will stand me a thousand out of the 
 sweep ? " 
 
 " Not a farthing." 
 
 Bellshaw would like to have shot him.
 
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 " What guarantee have I that you will be 
 silent ? " he asked. 
 
 " I give you my word," returned Glen. 
 
 " That is nothing to me." 
 
 " But it is to me, and you will have to 
 accept it." 
 
 " I will not." 
 
 " You will run Barellan ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 " I have another witness," said Glen at a 
 venture. 
 
 " Go on. I am amused," answered Bellshaw, 
 fighting hard before he gave in. He must 
 save his face by making some show of resistance. 
 
 " Lin Soo," said Glen. 
 
 The effect of the mention of this name on 
 Bellshaw was remarkable. He gasped and 
 seemed on the point of choking, sank back 
 in the chair, his hands hanging down. 
 
 Leigh opened the door and went downstairs 
 for some brandy. This revived Bellshaw and 
 he looked round in a frightened way. 
 
 " You will run Barellan ? " asked Glen. 
 
 Bellshaw murmured a faint " Yes." He was 
 beaten.
 
 CHAPTER XXIV 
 
 AT FLEMINGTON 
 
 THERE was tremendous excitement in Mel- 
 bourne on the eve of the Cup. The Victoria 
 Club was thronged, a stream of people con- 
 stantly passing up and down the stairs on to 
 Bourke Street. On the pavement the crowd 
 was dense, and it was difficult to push along. 
 Many of the tobacconists' shops were tenanted 
 by bookmakers and heavy wagers were recorded 
 in them. Nick Gerard was busy at the Club ; 
 he had a heavy book on the race, and had 
 laid the favourite, Roland, the winner of the 
 Caulfield Cup, heavily. Barellan was one of 
 his best horses ; he had not laid much against 
 him. Ivor Had win gave him a glowing 
 account of his candidate. On Monday morning 
 Glen relieved the trainer's mind by telling 
 him he need have r.o doubt about Bellshaw 
 running the horse. 
 
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 " Then you must have laid him a lump out 
 of the sweep," said the trainer. 
 
 " Not a penny," answered Leigh. 
 
 " Then how did you work it ? " asked the 
 trainer amazed. 
 
 " I managed it after a tussle, but I can't 
 tell you how," replied Glen. 
 
 Wagering was fast and furious at the Club. 
 Barellan's lameness disappeared as if by 
 magic and there were many people who thought 
 the whole thing a fake, and of course blamed 
 Bellshaw. He was unpopular, and made no 
 secret that he ran his horses as he liked, with- 
 out consideration for anyone. When he came 
 into the Club he was not greeted heartily as a 
 popular owner would have been. Hardly 
 anyone spoke to him until one or two book- 
 makers asked him if he wished to back his 
 horse. 
 
 Nick Gerard crossed over the room. 
 
 " I suppose you've persuaded Leigh to give 
 you some of the sweep money ? " he said. 
 
 " Not a fraction. It's a mean, dirty 
 action on his part, but as the horse is so 
 well backed I shall run him," replied Bellshaw.
 
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 " It's something out of the common for you 
 to consider backers," said Nick. " Have you 
 got all your money on ? " 
 
 " All I want. If he hadn't gone lame I'd 
 have had more on ; it's not worth the risk now." 
 
 The street was crowded until midnight, 
 when the bulk of the people wended their way 
 homewards. 
 
 Jerry Makeshift and Tom Roslyn walked 
 down Collins Street together, discussing the 
 chances of the probable runners in the Cup. 
 
 " What have you sent off as your final ? " 
 asked Jerry. 
 
 " Barellan and Roland," answered Tom. 
 
 " Why Barellan ? " 
 
 " I rather fancy him. I saw him this 
 morning. Hadwin told me the horse was all 
 right again, and that the lameness disappeared 
 as suddenly as it came." 
 
 " Still it can't have improved his chance 
 for the Cup," said Jerry. " I wonder how 
 Leigh induced him to run the horse. He says 
 he hasn't laid him anything out of the sweep." 
 
 " I'm glad of it. There's too much fleecing
 
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 goes on. When a man is lucky enough to 
 draw a horse it's hard lines he should be 
 robbed out of a lot of it." 
 
 " It's been the practice for so long, owners 
 appear to regard it as a right," said Jerry. 
 
 " It's just as well they should find out it 
 is not," replied Tom. 
 
 The two friends parted and Jerry went on 
 to the Federal. 
 
 Next morning it was beautifully fine, and 
 from an early hour huge crowds wended their 
 way to Flemington. Towards noon Spencer 
 Street Station was crammed. All the specials 
 were full. 
 
 There is no finer racing picture in the world 
 than Flemington on Cup Day. Even Royal 
 Ascot pales before it in many respects. It is 
 the luxury of racing in comfort that makes 
 Flemington, and most Australian courses, 
 attractive. There is room for everybody ; there 
 is no jostling or overcrowding, and the cost is 
 moderate. Everything is done to enhance the 
 pleasure of the public, who are not treated 
 with the scant courtesy meted out to them 
 grudgingly in England.
 
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 The lawn and stand were a grand sight 
 before racing commenced. The hill at the 
 back, overlooking the stand, was a mass of 
 people, yet there was ample room to move 
 about. The beds on the lawn were gay with 
 brilliant-hued flowers. The grass was splen- 
 didly green ; there was no dust or dirt, no fear 
 of new and wondrously devised ladies' costumes 
 being damaged in an hour. Despite the heat, it 
 was one of November's hottest days, people 
 looked cool. There was plenty of shade. 
 Cosy tables for luncheon parties were laid 
 beneath arbours of vines, whose leaves afforded 
 a refreshing covering. Here scores of parties 
 chatted and made merry, talking over the 
 prospects of the horses in the great race of 
 the year. Coaches, with fine teams, came 
 driving in. There were no motor cars, and 
 the scene was far more picturesque without 
 them. On the flat the huge crowd assembled. 
 It was evident there would be a record atten- 
 dance. 
 
 The Governor and his Lady arrived and were 
 greeted with rousing cheers as they stepped 
 from their carriage and walked across the
 
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 lawn to the reserved box on the grand stand. 
 
 The bookmakers, located between the lawn 
 and the paddock, were not cooped up in an 
 iron cage like animals in a zoological collection. 
 Wagering could be done in comfort. There 
 was no fighting to get money, no scrambling. 
 Everything was decent and in order. 
 
 Nick Gerard stood with his back to the 
 rails, against the stewards' and official enclosure 
 and his clerks were seldom still. The leviathan 
 had a big book, and could afford to lay any 
 horse asked for, but a casual observer might 
 have noticed he was in no particular hurry 
 to put Barellan's name down. He laid against 
 Roland whenever he got a chance, but the 
 horse was so heavily backed he came down to 
 five to one before the first race was decided. 
 
 A whole string of horses figured in the 
 betting, and there were thirty-one runners 
 in the field, or would be if all started. 
 
 Isaac, the winner of the Derby on the 
 previous Saturday, had plenty of friends. 
 He was ridden by Nicholl in that race, and the 
 jockey considered he had an excellent chance. 
 
 He had been asked to ride him in the Cup,
 
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 but had to decline because he was engaged 
 for Barellan. 
 
 Luke Nicholl was conscientious. He liked 
 the trainer of Barellan, and since he had 
 known Glen Leigh he had been on very friendly 
 terms with him. Barellan's temporary lame- 
 ness came as a blow to the jockey, as he might 
 have had the mount on any horse in the race 
 he could do the weight for. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin, however, had somewhat re- 
 lieved his mind when he told him Barellan 
 moved in his accustomed style, and he had 
 but little fear about his lasting out the race. 
 
 " You'll ride him carefully," he said. " No 
 need to tell you that. Nurse him until you 
 are well in the straight ; then let him come along 
 as fast as you like. I got a clever man to bind 
 his hoof. It's a bit brittle, and he'll run in 
 bandages, but take my word for it, whatever 
 beats him will win. I fear nothing, Luke." 
 
 This was reassuring and Nicholl looked like 
 not only riding the Derby and Cup winners 
 but also landing his first Melbourne Cup. For 
 the leading jockey he had had bad luck in the 
 race, having been placed half a dozen times.
 
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 He could never quite get home. He hoped 
 Barellan would accomplish that for him. 
 
 As he went into the paddock he encountered 
 Glen Leigh. 
 
 " I hope you'll win," said Glen. " It means 
 a lot to me, as you know. If Barellan gets 
 home you shall have five hundred." 
 
 Luke thanked him, and said he'd do his 
 best, telling him what Hadwin said. 
 
 " That sounds all right," returned Glen 
 smiling, " let's hope he's hit the mark." 
 
 " You'd better have a bit on my mount in 
 this race, ' ' said the j ockey . It was th e Railway 
 Handicap, six furlongs, fifteen runners. 
 
 " What are you on ? " asked Glen. 
 
 "Pioneer," replied Luke. "There he is. 
 I must hurry up." 
 
 Glen turned back into the ring, and walked 
 to Gerard. 
 
 " What price Pioneer ? " he asked. 
 
 Nick looked at him and smiled. 
 
 " Eight to one," he answered. 
 
 " Eight fivers," said Glen, handing him a note. 
 
 There was a few minutes' slackness and 
 Gerard said, " What makes you fancy Pioneer?"
 
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 " Nicholl's riding him. He told me to have 
 a bit on." 
 
 " His luck's in," said Nick, who sent one of 
 his clerks to put fifty on Luke's mount. 
 
 Glen Leigh met Bill Bigs and induced him to 
 back Pioneer, also Jim Benny, and they went 
 on the stand to see the race. 
 
 Many people knew Glen Leigh as the daring 
 rider in the Buck jumping Show ; and he was a 
 tall, athletic, handsome man. Many bright 
 eyes were levelled at him as he moved about. 
 
 " What's Pioneer's colours ? " asked Bill. 
 
 Glen looked at his race book. 
 
 " White, black cap," he said. 
 
 He had no sooner spoken than the horses 
 were off, racing up the straight at top speed. 
 It was a regular Newmarket Handicap on a 
 small scale. 
 
 Soon after crossing the tan the white jacket 
 came to the front. 
 
 " That's Pioneer ! " exclaimed Bill. 
 
 " He's in front and he'll stop there," said a 
 man behind him. 
 
 " I hope he does."
 
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 "So do I. He's a speedy horse, and good 
 enough for a Newmarket." 
 
 Pioneer came sailing along past the stands 
 and turned out an easy winner by three 
 lengths, at which there was much jubilation 
 among the three friends. 
 
 " I shall put my winnings on Barellan," 
 said Bill. 
 
 " So shall I," said Jim. 
 
 "I'll keep mine in my pocket," said Glen. 
 
 " You've got a big stake going. By Jove, it 
 will be a go if you win first prize in the sweep ; 
 you'll be a cut above us poor beggars then," 
 Bill remarked. 
 
 " It won't make the slightest difference 
 that way," replied Glen smiling. 
 
 " I know that, old man. I was only chaffing," 
 laughed Bill. " I suppose if anyone accepts 
 Gerard's challenge you'll ride, even if Barellan 
 wins ? " 
 
 " Certainly. I promised him," Glen 
 answered. 
 
 " Let us go into the paddock, and have a 
 look at some of the Cup horses," said Jim, and 
 they walked along the lawn in that direction.
 
 CHAPTER XXV 
 
 HE LOOKED AT HIS TICKET 
 
 " THAT was a good tip ; we all backed it," 
 said Glen as Nicholl came up to them. 
 
 " He won easily," said the jockey smiling. 
 
 " Your luck's in," remarked Bill. 
 
 " I hope it will continue in the Cup," 
 answered the jockey. 
 
 Barellan was being put to rights in the corner 
 of the paddock and they went to see him. 
 
 Bellshaw was not there, so Hadwin had an 
 opportunity of speaking to them. He assured 
 Glen the horse would win if he had a good 
 run in the race, which he was almost sure to 
 have with such a jockey as Luke Nicholl in 
 the saddle. 
 
 Barellan looked fresh and well. His coat 
 
 shone like satin. He was trained to the hour, 
 
 but the suspicious-looking bandages, and 
 
 one hoof bound up with copper wire, caused 
 
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 many people to pass him by in their search 
 for the winner. 
 
 Luke Nicholl, wearing Bellshaw's sky blue 
 jacket and red cap, was ready to mount when 
 the time came. He felt confident. Hadwin 
 had made an impression on him, inspired him 
 with some of his enthusiasm. Nicholl was 
 well off, Hadwin was not ; the victory of 
 Barellan meant the difference between debt 
 and independence. The trainer was not a 
 gambler. He seldom had more than five or 
 ten pounds on, but he could not resist backing 
 Barellan, at the long prices offered, when he 
 was lame. He had three thousand to ninety 
 about the horse, and backed him to win another 
 thousand that morning Glen had laid him 
 five hundred out of the sweep money. 
 
 Perhaps Glen Leigh was one of the most 
 anxious men on the course, but there was no 
 sign that he was unduly excited. He laughed 
 and joked as usual and appeared quite calm 
 outwardly. 
 
 The chance of winning a fortune of nearly 
 twenty-five thousand pounds for the investment
 
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 of a sovereign does not come to many men in a 
 lifetime. This was what Glen stood to win, and 
 he conjured up his future prospects if it came 
 off. He thought of Mrs. Prevost and Clara ; 
 the former he knew loved him ; at least he 
 was very much mistaken if she did not, and he 
 knew he loved her. If Barellan won he would 
 go to her and ask her to be his wife, and she 
 would not refuse. He cared nothing about 
 her connection with Bellshaw. He would 
 never ask her about it. He knew the man, and 
 pitied any woman who got into his clutches. 
 As he stood looking at Barellan he thought 
 what the horse's victory meant to him, and 
 naturally he became more anxious as the time 
 of the race drew near. He saw Bellshaw coming 
 and would have avoided him had it been 
 possible. 
 
 The squatter scowled at him, then asked, 
 " Have you changed your mind ? Will you 
 give me a cent out of the sweep ? " 
 
 " No," replied Glen as he walked away. 
 
 Bellshaw sent a curse after him, then turned 
 to the jockey.
 
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 " If you can't win it doesn't matter about 
 riding him out for a place," he said. " There's 
 no sweep money attached to it." 
 
 Nicholl made no reply. 
 
 " Do you hear what I say ? " snapped 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " I heard ; I shall have to ride him out." 
 
 " You'll do as I tell you." 
 
 " I shall ride Barellan out," said Nicholl 
 firmly. 
 
 " Against my orders ? " 
 
 " If those are your orders, yes. I am not 
 going to run any risks." 
 
 " What risk would you run ? " 
 
 " I might be called up before the stewards to 
 explain, and I'm not going to risk that for 
 you or anyone else." 
 
 " You hear what he says," Bellshaw said 
 to the trainer. 
 
 " He'll have to ride him out. There's no 
 help for it. Besides, there's big money for 
 the places," answered Hadwin. 
 
 " I don't want place money if he can't win. 
 I want to keep that fellow Leigh from winning
 
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 if Barellan can't come in first," said Bell- 
 shaw. 
 
 " I thought so," said Nicholl. 
 
 Bellshaw did not stay to see his horse 
 leave the paddock. He went back into the 
 ring. He was in a vile temper, which his 
 trainer's confidence in Barellan did not soothe. 
 Leigh had got the better of him. He knew 
 it was no empty threat when Glen said he 
 would be put on his trial for manslaughter if 
 evidence were given incriminating him. He 
 hated Glen Leigh. His animosity was so 
 great he would have scratched Barellan had 
 he dared. He intended paying him out. The 
 best way to wound him would be through Mrs. 
 Prevost. He cared nothing for her sufferings, 
 even after all she had been to him. He was a 
 man without feelings. 
 
 He was not quite sure whether Leigh would 
 keep his promise if Barellan won. There was 
 Lin Soo. What did Leigh know about him ? 
 The paper found under his bedroom door at 
 Mintaro had warned him, and Leigh mentioned 
 it again in the hotel. He must see Lin Soo
 
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 on his return to Sydney, but first of all he would 
 go to Mrs. Prevost's again and inform her he 
 had enlightened Glen Leigh as to her past life, 
 would gloat over her distress, make fun of her, 
 then offer to be on friendly terms with her 
 again. He had no doubt she would accept. 
 
 He stood alone in the ring listening to the 
 calling of the odds. Roland was a firm 
 favourite. Isaac, Painter, Out Back, Adelaide, 
 The Gong, Rosehill, Canterbury, Crocker, 
 Thane, The Rival, Jack, and Mackay, were all 
 well backed, some at long odds, and rank out- 
 siders at a hundred to one each. 
 
 The name of Barellan was seldom called by 
 the bookmakers. Bellshaw wondered why ? 
 Had they laid his horse heavily before he met 
 with his accident ? 
 
 He went to Gerard and asked the price of 
 his horse. 
 
 " Full against him," replied Nick. 
 
 " You mean you won't lay him," said 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " Take it as you like." 
 
 " Do you expect him to run well ? " asked 
 Bellshaw.
 
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 " I expect him to win," answered the 
 bookmaker. " I hope he does for Leigh's 
 sake." 
 
 Bellshaw made some remark about Leigh 
 being a bad lot. 
 
 " He's a straight goer. It's a pity there 
 are not more like him," said Nick. 
 
 "Perhaps it is. Even if he wins the sweep 
 he'll soon lose it. Probably you'll get most of 
 it, or some of your fraternity," retorted 
 Bellshaw. 
 
 " You don't know the man. If he wins 
 he'll stick to it, take my word for it," said Nick. 
 
 Barellan's price was a hundred to eight, 
 and no longer odds were obtainable about him. 
 This was not tempting enough for Bellshaw, 
 so he made no further investment. 
 
 Jack was knocked out to a hundred to one 
 for some reason or other. His trainer did not 
 understand it as he thought the horse had a 
 fair outside chance. 
 
 Glen Leigh was missing. Bill and Jim could 
 not find him. 
 
 " He's best alone until after the race,"
 
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 said Bill. " He must feel a bit queer about 
 it ; I should." 
 
 " So should I," agreed Jim. " Fancy 
 standing to win all those thousands for a 
 sovereign ; it makes a fellow's mouth 
 water." 
 
 " He'll do something for you if he wins the 
 first prize," said Bill. 
 
 " He's not mentioned it." 
 
 " No, it's not his way, but he will, depend 
 upon it ; I shouldn't wonder if he gives you his 
 share in the show." 
 
 Jim thought of Clara and what he would do 
 if such a stroke of luck came his way. Glen 
 Leigh had gone on to the top of the stand 
 close to the press-box, where he would have a 
 good view of the race. He wished to be alone. 
 His feelings almost overcame him. He saw 
 Jerry and Tom Roslyn in front of the press- 
 box, and was glad they had not noticed 
 him. 
 
 There was a dull roaring sound all over the 
 course, the voices of thousands of people 
 talking before the race, mingled with the
 
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 shouts of the bookmakers. A sea of faces 
 met Glen's gaze as he looked across the course. 
 Far away, on the other side of the canal, 
 people were camped on the slopes, waiting 
 for the big field to come out. At the back of 
 him, on the hill, there was a dense crowd 
 reaching down to the top of the stand ; he 
 turned round and looked at the surging mass. 
 To his right, below, was the ring, and paddock ; 
 he saw a mass of heads on Tattersalls' stand, 
 and just caught a glimpse of a colour or two 
 in the paddock. On the lawn people were 
 still strolling about in groups. The race, most 
 of it, could be seen from the terrace and the 
 slopes. Presently, when the horses came round 
 the bend for home there would be a rush to 
 get on the rails. Still further to the left was 
 another stand, on which there was plenty of 
 room. Late lunchers were still under the 
 vines, but were now making a move towards the 
 terrace and stands. A long streak of bright 
 green, the course, stretched out between the 
 crowds. A solitary horseman cantered down. 
 It was the starter going to the post ; then the
 
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 clerk of the course came along, on an old chaser, 
 and went after him. Already there were one 
 or two in the stewards' stand. Near the 
 weighing room diminutive men were going 
 about ; they were the jockeys weighed out for 
 the race. It was an animated glittering scene ; 
 many-hued costumes, the brightest of colours, 
 the daintiest of designs, artistic creations, the 
 labour of clever women and clever men,andhats 
 and sunshades almost too dazzling to feast the 
 eyes upon, as the glorious sun poured his rays 
 down from the cloudless sky. It was an ideal day. 
 A faint breeze, tinged with sea air from the bay 
 far away, cooled hot cheeks, and blew delicately 
 through thin blouses and skirts. Men moved 
 about in all sorts of headgear ; but there were 
 no regulation top-hats, although in the Gov- 
 ernor's Box "a bit of Ascot" was seen. It was 
 Glen Leigh's first Melbourne Cup, and the sight 
 at Flemington entranced him, threw a glamour 
 over him, and he looked at it all and fancied 
 himself alone, even in the vast crowd. And he 
 had drawn Barellan in the big sweep. Would 
 the horse win ? Would No. 33444 be the
 
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 successful ticket ? He had it in his pocket. 
 He pulled it out and looked at it, thinking 
 how wonderful it was that if Barellan won he 
 could cash it for nearly twenty -five thousand 
 pounds.
 
 CHAPTER XXVI 
 
 BARELLAN FALLS BACK 
 
 GLEN'S thoughts wandered. The heat and 
 excitement made him drowsy. For a few 
 minutes he dozed, and as he did so his mind 
 went back to the days when he was a keeper 
 of the fence, on the border line between New 
 South Wales and Queensland. Surrounded by 
 thousands on Flemington course he slumbered 
 peacefully, as men will when overcome with 
 some powerful feeling, that acts like a drug, and 
 for a few minutes there is oblivion. 
 
 His thoughts wandered far away. He was 
 back once more on the glittering wire fence, 
 with Ping, and Spotty, waiting there in the 
 blazing heat for his mate to meet him and com- 
 pare notes. There had been no rain for months ; 
 everything was parched, and dried up. He 
 saw thousands of dead rabbits, and sheep. 
 The stench seemed to be in his nostrils. The 
 
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 scene changed. He was looking in at his hut 
 and saw the woman on the bed. In a few 
 seconds he went through the struggle for a life 
 again, the ride to Boonara, the tussle for brandy 
 with Bill Bigs, Jim's arrival, and keeping watch, 
 Spotty's attack ; then the convalesence and the 
 journey to Sydney. His meeting with Mrs. 
 Prevost, Bellshaw at Mintaro, the search and 
 capture of buck jumpers, Lin Soo, The Savage, 
 the show, were all jumbled up together when he 
 came out of his temporary swoon with a start, 
 rubbed his eyes, and stared round him at the 
 bustling scene, hardly daring to believe he 
 was not back in reality on the fence. He gave 
 a sigh of relief, and was wide awake again. 
 He could not have been asleep for more than 
 five minutes, and he had gone through the 
 experiences of half a lifetime. It was strange. 
 He had not quite shaken it off when the horses 
 came out of the paddock on to the track, and 
 the sight caused the past to vanish. 
 
 All eyes were turned on them as they cantered 
 down the course to the starting post. There were 
 thirty-one runners ; it was a big field, and half 
 of them were considered to have chances.
 
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 Jack, knocked out to a hundred to one, was 
 first out, his jockey wearing a green jacket, 
 yellow belt and cap ; then came half a dozen 
 more in a cluster. Isaac, the Derby winner, 
 passed, going in great style. A tremendous 
 c.heer greeted Roland, the favourite. His 
 owner's black jacket, white sleeves, and red 
 cap were popular ; the colours were always 
 out to win. Painter, Plume, and Out Back 
 followed, then Glen saw the sky-blue jacket 
 and red cap, and his heart beat rapidly. 
 Barellan went slowly at first, then burst into a 
 gallop, pulling hard, reaching for his head, 
 but Nicholl would not let him go. Glen 
 watched him through his glasses, until he 
 reached the post, thinking how much depended 
 upon him. Barellan was carrying his fortunes. 
 If he won what a change there would be in his 
 life. If Jerry had not suggested his buying 
 a ticket probably the opportunity would have 
 gone by. Certainly he must be remembered 
 if Barellan won. Had he not bought the 
 ticket, and, with it, luck ? 
 
 He looked round. All faces, thousands of
 
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 them, were turned in one direction, watching 
 the horses at the post, waiting for the signal 
 when they would be dispatched on their 
 journey. There was not much delay ; they 
 were well-trained. The starter had the jockeys 
 under control. He was an autocrat, his powers 
 great. It went ill with those who disobeyed 
 him. 
 
 They were off ; a terrific shout proclaimed 
 it . The race for the great stake had commenced . 
 What Glen Leigh felt at that moment he hardly 
 knew. He had a hazy idea something was 
 going to happen that would dash all his hopes. 
 He shook off the feeling and determined to 
 take a hopeful view of the situation. 
 
 Jack was making the pace. He had a 
 light weight. His jockey was told to go ahead 
 and wear the field down ; the little fellow was 
 nothing loth to do so ; for one thing, he would 
 be out of harm's way, and be in no danger of 
 getting shut in. Jack Was a dull grey horse, 
 not a brilliant performer by any means, 
 although on one or two occasions he had 
 shown a turn of speed. There could be no
 
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 doubt he was on his best behaviour, for, as 
 they passed the stand, he was half a dozen 
 lengths ahead of his field. Glen looked at 
 each horse as they swept past ; there was 
 Barellan in the middle division, on the rails, 
 going at an even pace ; Roland, the favourite, 
 was just in front of him. Close behind came 
 Isaac, and Mackay ; he was in good company. 
 
 Round the bend they swept, a cheer greeting 
 them from Tattersalls' stand. Jack spread 
 out, increasing his lead as they entered the 
 back stretch. Half-way along the field closed 
 up. There was not a long tail. It was a 
 pretty sight, thirty-one bright colours showing 
 up, glinting in the sunlight. The sheds were 
 reached when racing began in earnest, for no 
 laggards here had any chance of success. 
 
 Glen's glasses were levelled on the sky-blue 
 jacket. He wondered when Nicholl would 
 make a forward move. He became anxious. 
 Was he lying too far back ? Ought he not to 
 be nearer the front ? Why did he let Jack get 
 so far ahead ? These and sundry other 
 questions jostled each other in Glen's mind.
 
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 Bill Bigs, and Jim, were standing together 
 on the terrace. They had a fair view of the 
 race. 
 
 " Jack's got a lead on them," said Bill. 
 
 " He'll give way before long," replied Jim. 
 
 " Don't you be too sure, young man," said 
 someone behind him. " I've seen Jack do a 
 good couple of miles several times lately." 
 
 " You don't think he'll win ? " asked Bill. 
 
 " I won't go so far as that, but I reckon 
 he'll put up a good fight," answered the 
 stranger : then asked, " What have you 
 backed ? " 
 
 " Barellan," said Bill. 
 
 " A friend of mine's on him. He fancies 
 him a lot. Knows his owner, I believe." 
 
 " So do I. He's not much to know," 
 remarked Bill. 
 
 The stranger laughed. 
 
 " He is rather unpopular," he said. 
 
 " Look I " cried Jim. " Barellan and the 
 favourite are going up." 
 
 Glen Leigh saw the move on Nicholl's part. 
 His heart was in his mouth. The jockey had 
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 just squeezed Barellan through on the rails 
 and the favourite had to go on the outside. 
 As they neared the home turn the crowd 
 shouted. The names of half a dozen horses 
 rang out clearly over the course. 
 
 Jack was first into the straight. He had 
 made all the running and was still going strong. 
 Glen wondered if they would get on terms 
 with him. 
 
 Isaac, finding an opening, dashed through. 
 The Derby winner was bound to be thereabouts. 
 He had run well and was coming out at the 
 right time ; his rider's pink jacket and white cap 
 showed conspicuously. 
 
 Mackay's jockey pushed his mount and ran 
 into third place, behind Jack and Isaac. They 
 were all in the straight now, thirty-one runners, 
 and the centre lot, numbering about a score, 
 were all of a heap. The jackets looked 
 bunched together, a many-hued mass of colour. 
 
 Barellan lost his position on the rails as 
 they rounded the bend. He was not forced 
 out but ran wide. Nicholl, taken by surprise 
 at this move, thought it must be his leg pained
 
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 him, and he wanted more room. He grew 
 anxious. There was a slight faltering on 
 Barellan's part. He must be nursed carefully 
 or he might break down, and nursing at this 
 critical point, when every horse with a chance 
 was making a run, spelt defeat, being left 
 behind. As it was Barellan fell back when he 
 ought to have come into the front rank 
 
 Glen Leigh's hand shook as he held his 
 glasses. The sky-blue jacket was right away 
 at the end of the middle division. Barellan's 
 chance looked forlorn. His hopes were 
 shattered ; the thousands vanished into thin 
 air ; it was what he might have expected. 
 How could he win with only a sovereign 
 invested ? It was absurd on the face of it. 
 He was foolish to buoy himself with false 
 hopes. He had raised a mirage in which he 
 saw happiness and full content. Now it 
 vanished and would never appear again. 
 
 " It is all up," he muttered. "I was a fool 
 to think I could win such a sum." 
 
 " Hang it all, where's that beastly blue 
 jacket got to ? " said Bill.
 
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 " Right away back," returned Jim. " We're 
 done. I'm sorry for Glen." 
 
 It was with mingled feelings Bellshaw saw 
 Barellan fall back ; he wanted to win a Mel- 
 bourne Cup, at the same time he wished Leigh 
 to lose his sweep money. He hardly knew 
 which feeling was the stronger. If Barellan 
 were beaten he would have the satisfaction of 
 knowing Leigh had been done out of thousands 
 and there was a chance that he, Bellshaw, 
 might win the Cup another time. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin guessed why Barellan ran wide 
 and lost his place at the bend. It was the strain 
 on his bound foot which caused it ; he ran out 
 to ease it. Would he regain his position ? 
 He doubted it, but knew the horse was one of 
 the gamest, and at the end of two miles he 
 went as fast as the average horse at the end 
 of half the distance, so he hoped for the best 
 as he fixed his glasses on the sky-blue jacket. 
 
 Jack shot his bolt. He had done well, and 
 was not disgraced, but the pace and the 
 distance proved too much for him. Isaac 
 took his place, the Derby winner coming
 
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 along in great style. His numerous admirers 
 and supporters were on good terms with them- 
 selves. Roland came with a rattle and ran 
 into third place behind Isaac and Out Back, 
 who made a terrific run from the bend. A 
 large field of horses in the straight, at the 
 finishing struggle for a Melbourne Cup, is one 
 of the most exciting scenes in the racing 
 world ; it rouses the lethargic to some sort 
 of enthusiasm, and a lover of the great game 
 almost goes frantic over it. From the moment 
 the horses race in desperate earnest, when the 
 bend is cleared, the pent-up excitement con- 
 tinues until the winning post is passed. 
 
 Glen Leigh, with a matter of twenty-fire 
 thousand at issue, looked on wonderingly; 
 even the melancholy fact that Barellan was so 
 far back did not obliterate from view the grand 
 sight he witnessed. As he looked at the 
 various horses, one by one, from Isaac in the 
 lead, his rider's pink jacket and white cap 
 standing out alone, he gave a gasp of surprise. 
 What caused it ? 
 
 " Look at Barellan 1 " yelled a man standing 
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 Glen looked, his eyes glued on the sky-blue 
 jacket. It was this which had caused the gasp 
 of surprise. Barellan was going great guns, 
 and passing horse after horse in a remarkable 
 manner. His name was shouted over the 
 course, far and wide. 
 
 "Barellan, Barellan!"
 
 CHAPTER XXVII 
 
 WHAT A FINISH ! 
 
 WHAT looked like a hopeless position was 
 turned into a promising situation as Barellan 
 came up the course at a tremendous pace. 
 It was a thrilling sight, watching the sky-blue 
 jacket forging ahead, and Glen Leigh's pulses 
 beat rapidly. His body quivered as it had 
 never done before as he watched Barellan 
 galloping the field to a standstill. The shout- 
 ing was tremendous. The noise deafening. 
 Barellan's name echoed over the course. 
 Smack, on Roland, cast a hasty glance back 
 and caught sight of the blue on the outside. 
 Barellan had " dropped from the clouds." 
 It was now or never. If he caught Isaac he 
 might win. He raised his whip, shaking it at 
 the favourite. The gallant Caulfield Cup 
 winner responded gamely and was soon at the 
 Derby winner's quarters. In another moment 
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 he crept up, drawing level, and there was a 
 rare set-to for the advantage. 
 
 Nicholl watched the leading pair. A smile 
 flickered across his face. They were playing 
 into his hands, wearing each other down. The 
 struggle must tell, and there was still a furlong 
 to go. Almost level with Barellan were 
 Rosehill and Out Back, the last named still 
 going well. When Barellan forged ahead and 
 left them there was a terrific yell. Glen Leigh 
 dropped his glasses in his excitement. A man 
 picked them up, handing them to him, saying 
 with a smile, " I expect you're on Barellan." 
 
 " I drew him in the sweep," said Glen. 
 
 The man stared at him, then said, " And you 
 stand a good chance of winning. Lucky 
 fellow, you are." 
 
 The chase commenced. Three to four lengths 
 in front were Isaac and Roland. The form was 
 coming out well. If Barellan beat the Derby 
 and Caulfield Cup winners he would indeed be a 
 great horse. When he lost his place, and fell 
 back soon after rounding the bend, there were 
 at least a dozen lengths to make up. It seemed
 
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 impossible it could be done. Nicholl rode with 
 splendid judgment, nursing his mount care- 
 fully, easing him as far as he dare, but he could 
 not afford to lose more ground. Then came the 
 sudden spurt on the horse's part, without 
 being forced. It was a spontaneous effort, 
 without pressure, and Nicholl's hopes rose 
 rapidly. His winning prospects increased with 
 every stride. 
 
 Pandemonium reigned on the course. This 
 was to be a most exciting finish. If Barellan 
 kept up his run to the finish there was no telling 
 what might happen. 
 
 Isaac was on the rails, Roland level with him, 
 the pair racing in grim earnest, fighting as 
 only the best thoroughbreds can ; no giving 
 way, no acknowledging defeat, a battle of 
 giants, stern, determined, the jockeys helping 
 their mounts with all the skill and experience 
 at their command. 
 
 Barellan, and Out Back, were having a 
 tussle behind the leading pair. The spectators, 
 roused to a boiling pitch of excitement, watched 
 first the leaders, then the others, and wondered 
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 It was a breathless scene, full of strange 
 emotion, bringing out all the pent-up enthusi- 
 asm that nothing can rouse like a great race. 
 People watched with bated breath ; hands 
 shook, hearts palpitated, eyes blinked, faces 
 twitched, nerves twinged, pulses beat rapidly. 
 In all those thousands no one appeared to 
 stand quite still. There were movements 
 everywhere ; it was impossible to restrain them 
 
 Glen Leigh's mind was in a whirl. 
 
 Twenty-five thousand pounds at stake, a 
 fortune on Barellan and the horse was only 
 a few lengths from the winning post. He 
 guessed how many, twenty, thirty, more, less, 
 which was it ? What did it matter, if only 
 he won at the finish ! 
 
 " He'll win, he'll win, he'll win," seemed to 
 be the refrain in Glen's ears as he now and then 
 caught a dull sound of hoofs when there were 
 brief lulls in the shouting. 
 
 "Go on, Luke," he yelled. "Go on. 
 You'll catch 'em." 
 
 He could not restrain his feelings. He must 
 shout or something would happen. The strain
 
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 was too great. There might be a snap, and 
 then collapse. 
 
 Glen Leigh was a strong man, hard and fit, 
 but the perspiration stood on his forehead like 
 beads, then gradually trickled down his face. 
 He did not feel it. Even when the drops wet 
 his eyes he took no notice. He glared at the 
 sky-blue jacket through a mist which soon 
 passed, although for the moment it dimmed his 
 vision. He put down the glasses. He could see 
 without them. The horses were not far off. 
 He bent forward, swayed a little. The man who 
 had spoken to him thought he was about to 
 fall and caught him by the arm. He remem- 
 bered a policeman, who had drawn the winner, 
 falling down dead on the lawn as the horses 
 passed the post. 
 
 Glen felt the friendly pressure, and said in a 
 thick voice, " Thanks. I'm all right." 
 * * * 
 
 Roar after roar came from the surging 
 crowd as Roland, the favourite, got his head 
 in front of Isaac. 
 
 The shouts of triumph rang in the air,
 
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 heralding the victory of the favourite, and 
 when this happens in a Melbourne Cup the 
 scene baffles description. Who that saw it 
 will ever forget the wonderful victory of Carbine 
 when he carried top weight, started favourite, 
 and beat Forester's Highborn, and Correze, 
 both outsiders, easily? It was a sight seen 
 only once in a lifetime. It equalled Per- 
 simmon's Derby, if it did not surpass it, and 
 " Old Jack " took it all quietly, for, as he passed 
 the winning post, he stopped, turned round, 
 and made for the weighing enclosure without 
 any assistance from Ramage, his pilot. This 
 race was more exciting than Carbine's Cup even, 
 for there were four horses in it, all with chances, 
 and clo?e on the winning post. 
 
 "Even hundred nobody names it, "yelled a 
 bookmaker in the ring. It was a safe offer, 
 for nobody could name it except by a lucky 
 guess. 
 
 Roland was a neck in front of Isaac, Out 
 Back and Barellan were on their quarters. 
 
 An electric current seemed to shoot through 
 the living mass of human brings and galvanise
 
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 them into life ; such a shout rent the air as had 
 not been heard at Flemington before. There 
 had been desperate finishes between two 
 horses, but here were four putting up one of the 
 greatest battles ever seen. 
 
 Glen Leigh shook with excitement. Small 
 wonder at it, for the sky-blue jacket had passed 
 Out Back, and drawn almost level with Isaac. 
 
 " I'm sure of the place money," thought 
 Glen with a sigh of relief. 
 
 Sure of the place money 1 In another 
 second Barellan looked all over a winner. 
 Roland, hard ridden, held his own. Isaac was 
 only half a length off, the three together, with 
 Out Back on the Derby winner's quarters. 
 What a fight, and what a great compliment to 
 the handicapper, for behind the leading four 
 came a cluster of six, not two lengths away. 
 
 Bill Bigs and Jim were well nigh frantic. 
 Their hats were off. ' They yelled, " Barellan," 
 until they were hoarse. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin turned pale. The strain was 
 almost more than he could bear. If, if only 
 Barellan got his head in front as they passed 
 the judge's box.
 
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 " He will. He'll win/' almost shouted the 
 trainer, who had to give way under the pressure. 
 His shouts acted like a safety valve. 
 
 Barellan was head and head with Isaac, 
 Roland half a length to the good, and the 
 winning post a few yards away. 
 
 Luke Nicholl, for the first time, raised his 
 whip. He was on the outside and his right 
 arm was free. 
 
 One cut, another, a third, not too sharp, just 
 sufficient to sting, to give Barellan a reminder. 
 
 The effect was astounding. Barellan, acting 
 under the unexpected, went forward with a 
 final rush. His speed was so great that he 
 caught up to the favourite in two strides; his 
 head shot out, his nostrils red and wide, his 
 eyes glared, his nose, then half a head, was in 
 front ; a fraction of a second's suspense, then 
 he claimed a head advantage, then half a neck, 
 a neck, and when this was realised the stands 
 seemed to shake with the deafening noise. It 
 was marvellous. Rounding the bend Barellan 
 had fallen back a dozen lengths. His case 
 seemed hopeless. He had made up all the
 
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 lost ground in the straight, and now he had his 
 neck in front of all the runners;- 
 
 Roland made a desperate effort, reducing 
 the distance to half a neck again. Isaac drew 
 up, so did Out Back. The four horses were all 
 together. 
 
 Glen Leigh looked, and looked. He had a 
 dim vision of blue, pink, black, white, red, 
 orange, mixed together. Was the blue in 
 front ? He thought so. How he hoped no 
 one else knew. 
 
 At last the struggle was at an end. The 
 horses passed the post, four of them with not 
 a length between them. An anxious pause ; 
 thousands of people could not tell which had 
 won, the numbers were not up. The judge 
 seemed a long time hoisting them, but up they 
 went at last. He placed Barellan first, Roland 
 second, a neck away, Isaac and Out Back, 
 half a length away, dead heat for third place. 
 
 What a finish !
 
 CHAPTER XXVIII 
 
 A TERRIBLE SAVAGE 
 
 IT was over. Barellan had won, and Glen Leigh 
 was the fortunate holder of his number in the 
 sweep. He had come into a fortune at one 
 stroke. He elbowed his way through the crowd 
 hardly knowing what he was doing, and went 
 in search of his friends. It was not easy to find 
 them in the great crowd streaming towards 
 Tattersalls and the paddock. As he pushed 
 through the ring he saw people gathering round 
 bookmakers. Barellan must have been well 
 backed ; hundreds were drawing money. He 
 saw nothing of Bill and Jim. He would go 
 into the paddock. They might be there, 
 thinking he had gone to look at the winner. 
 
 Nicholl had weighed in and was standing 
 talking to the trainer as Glen appeared on the 
 scene. They greeted him heartily, shaking 
 his hand, congratulating him on his good 
 fortune. 
 
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 " There's five hundred each for you," said 
 Glen. 
 
 They thanked him ; it was a generous gift. 
 
 " I never felt so queer in my life as I did 
 when Barellan fell back just after rounding the 
 bend," declared Glen. " What happened ? " 
 
 " I thought he was going to crack up," 
 answered the jockey. " It must have been his 
 foot. I fancy he wanted to ease it as he came 
 round the bend ; it probably pinched him." 
 
 "That's it," said Hadwin "There's no 
 doubt about it. What a run he made up the 
 straight. I never saw anything like it." 
 
 While they were talking Bellshaw came up, 
 scowling. He did not look like the owner of 
 the Cup winner. 
 
 " You see I was right," said Hadwin. 
 " He won a great race." 
 
 " Which Nicholl nearly threw away," re- 
 torted Bellshaw. 
 
 " You're mistaken," said the jockey. "If 
 Barellan hadn't been one of the gamest horses 
 that ever looked through a bridle he would 
 never have got up and won." 
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 " You ran him out wide at the bend when you 
 had a good position on the rails " said Bellshaw. 
 
 Nicholl explained, but the squatter was in no 
 mood to listen to reason. He had won the 
 Melbourne Cup, but Glen Leigh had won first 
 prize in the sweep, and this made him rage. 
 By all the rights of ownership he ought at 
 least to have five thousand laid him if his 
 horse won. When he thought how Leigh 
 threatened him with exposure, he could have 
 killed him without compunction. There was 
 no more dissatisfied man on the course than the 
 owner of the Cup winner. He had no pleasure 
 in the victory. The cheering he knew was not 
 for him but for the horse and jockey. 
 
 Glen Leigh walked away to avoid him. He 
 saw the man was in no mood to be crossed 
 and was almost beside himself with ill- 
 feeling and disappointment. It was not, 
 however, Bellshaw's intention that Glen should 
 escape him. He wished to quarrel with some- 
 body, and Leigh scented his purpose. He 
 walked after him and said, loud enough for 
 those standing near to hear, " You've won the
 
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 sweep money by the aid of my horse. Are you 
 man enough to give me something out of it ? " 
 
 Glen guessed by the way he spoke he meant 
 mischief. There was menace in his voice. He 
 stopped, faced him, and answered, " I'm man 
 enough to refuse to give you a penny out 
 of it." 
 
 Bellshaw swore, then stepping up to him 
 said savagely, " I suppose you'll try and get 
 Rosa Prevost buy her with the money you've 
 won ? You'll not succeed. I'll outbid you. 
 She's fond of money, besides she's been my 
 woman for several years. Perhaps you don't 
 know that. I never intended marrying her. 
 She knew it, and was quite contented with my 
 terms. She will be so again. You stand no 
 chance. I can easily convince her she will 
 be better off with me." 
 
 His insulting words made Glen Leigh's 
 blood boil. 
 
 " Be careful what you say or it will be the 
 worse for you," he said. 
 
 Bellshaw laughed. 
 
 " Can't you find another woman ? Are 
 you tied down to marry my mistress ? "
 
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 By way of reply Glen Leigh raised his right 
 arm, clenched his fist, struck Bellshaw full in 
 the mouth and knocked him down. 
 
 Ivor Hadwin, Bill Bigs and Jim Benny saw 
 what happened ; they hurried through the 
 crowd and gathered round them " Get out of 
 this, Glen/' said Bill, "or there'll be ructions." 
 
 Hadwin pulled Bellshaw away as he struggled 
 to his feet 
 
 " You can't fight here. They'll hustle you 
 on the course if you do. A nice thing to happen 
 to the owner of the Cup winner." 
 
 Bill caught Glen by the arm, dragging him 
 along. Bellshaw seemed in no hurry to return 
 the blow. He let the trainer lead him away. 
 His mouth was bleeding, his lip cut. The blow 
 was severe ; Glen had hard hitting powers. 
 
 Bellshaw turned his attention to his trainer, 
 calling him names, abusing him generally, then 
 suddenly turned sullen and walked away. 
 Soon after he left the course and went to his 
 hotel. 
 
 He sat down and wrote a letter to Nick 
 Gerard saying he would accept his wager of
 
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 two thousand pounds to find a horse Glen 
 Leigh could not ride for a quarter of an hour. 
 The match must take place in Sydney the 
 following week, the Saturday night, and there 
 must be no other acceptors of the offer. He 
 returned to Sydney by the mail train that 
 night, and on arriving there journeyed to 
 Mintaro. 
 
 Glen Leigh received his cheque for the sweep 
 money by the end of the week. It amounted 
 to twenty-four thousand, six hundred pounds. 
 He knew now what it was to possess money. 
 He paid Luke Nicholl and Ivor Hadwin five 
 hundred each, and gave handsome gifts to Bill 
 and Jim and to Jerry Makeshift. 
 
 Nick Gerard showed Glen Bellshaw's letter, 
 accepting his challenge, and asked him what 
 he thought about it. 
 
 " I'll ride anything he cares to put into 
 the ring," replied Glen. " He's got some 
 horses at Mintaro that are terrible savages, 
 almost mad, but I'll try and win your money, 
 Nick. I'd like to beat him." 
 
 " Very well, then I'll accept his offer and
 
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 withdraw the notice. He'll find you enough 
 to do, I expect," said Nick smiling. 
 
 " He will, you can depend upon that. He's 
 pretty certain he can find something that will 
 throw me, or he'd not have accepted," answered 
 Glen. 
 
 " And will Saturday next week suit you ? " 
 
 " Yes, the show goes back to Sydney on 
 Monday." 
 
 "Capital; there'll be an exciting struggle. 
 I suppose there's no doubt Bellshaw will 
 play fair ? " 
 
 " I don't see how he can help it. He'll 
 pick out a nasty brute for me to ride, but 
 that's part of the game," said Glen. 
 
 On all sides Glen was congratulated on 
 winning first prize in the sweep. He was 
 inundated with letters from all sorts of people, 
 anxious to negotiate loans for the most part, 
 others who wished to recommend safe invest- 
 ments. Land agents offered him ideal resi- 
 dences, owners of horses placed prices on their 
 animals for him ; charities solicited him, women 
 wrote saying they were quite willing to consider 
 him as a husband if he wanted a wife.
 
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 Glen laughed at them all. He placed his 
 money in the bank and went on his way 
 contented. 
 
 When Bellshaw arrived at Mintaro unex- 
 pectedly he explained what he wanted the 
 worst horse that could be found, a savage, 
 quite ready to kill and tear a man to pieces. 
 
 His new overseer, Sam W T impole, he had 
 appointed when Garry Backham left ; he was a 
 man of his master's stamp, cruel, unscrupulous. 
 Already the hands hated him ; more than one 
 had threatened to do for him. 
 
 Bellshaw explained what he wanted, then 
 added, " If you can find me a horse that will 
 throw him I'll give you a hundred pounds. I 
 want to win the wager. I want to see him 
 injured for life, or better still, killed outright 
 Do you understand ? " 
 
 Wimpole grinned. He understood. He knew 
 the sort of horse. There was one at Five 
 Rocks, ten times worse than The Savage. It 
 would be risky catching him and taking him to 
 Sydney, but once there he'd bet any money 
 Leigh couldn't sit on him five minutes. It was
 
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 more than likely the brute would kill him. It 
 was a big powerful brown stallion, as big as 
 old Tear'em, and worse tempered. He should 
 say he was seven or eight years old and had 
 never been handled. 
 
 " The beast chased me five or six miles," 
 he said. " If he'd caught me I shouldn't be 
 here to tell you about him." 
 
 This news put Bellshaw in a better humour. 
 The idea of maiming Glen Leigh was just to 
 his mind. He ordered Wimpole to yard the 
 horse no matter at what danger, or risk, and to 
 take him to Bourke and from there to Sydney. 
 
 Next day Wimpole, taking the bulk of the 
 hands with him, managed, after much trouble, 
 to yard the horse, among others, lasso him, and 
 throw him down, keeping him bound until he 
 was exhausted with his struggles. On the 
 way to Mintaro the horse savaged two men, 
 lamed three horses, and had a tussle with 
 Wimpole which almost caused the overseer 
 to wish he'd not told Bellshaw anything about 
 him. . 
 
 When the owner of Mintaro saw the great
 
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 powerful, unbroken, fiery stallion, and heard of 
 the damage he had already done, he was 
 satisfied. He had no doubt he would win the 
 wager, and that Glen Leigh would probably 
 be seriously injured. 
 
 " It's worth a hundred to take him to 
 Bourke," said Wimpole. 
 
 " You shall have it when he's trained," 
 returned Bellshaw. " You must go in the 
 same train with me." 
 
 " I'd best take a couple more hands with me," 
 said Wimpole. " He's more than a match 
 for me." 
 
 To this Bellshaw assented. All he thought 
 about was injuring Leigh. 
 
 It was an awful experience taking the horse 
 to Bourke, but after a lot of cruel treatment, 
 which cowed him for a time, they succeeded. 
 He was put in an ordinary cattle truck and 
 securely lashed back and front ; a band was also 
 thrown round him and fastened to each side. 
 Twice he broke the stout ropes, but finally he 
 was tied securely. 
 
 Bellshaw watched the operation with evident
 
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 pleasure. He was thinking what was in store 
 for Glen Leigh. It made him smile grimly. 
 
 The station master asked Bellshaw what he 
 was going to do with the horse if he got him 
 safely to his destination. 
 
 Bellshaw explained about the wager, and 
 who was to ride the horse. 
 
 The station master made an ordinary remark, 
 but when the train started he muttered, as he 
 looked after it, " Leigh'll be killed if he attempts 
 to ride that brute."
 
 CHAPTER XXIX 
 
 MAN AND HORSE LAY SIDE BY SIDE 
 
 THERE was some earnest conversation between 
 Bellshaw and his overseer on the way to 
 Sydney. 
 
 "You'll do it," said Bellshaw. "Promise 
 me you'll do it, and I'll give you fifty pounds 
 down " 
 
 "I'll manage it," said Wimpole. 
 
 " I shall be with the horse all the time, 
 until he mounts, to see they don't tamper with 
 him," he added with a wink. 
 
 Bellshaw laughed. They had hatched a 
 wicked plot against Glen Leigh, and Wimpole 
 was to carry it out. 
 
 " There'll be trouble if it's discovered," said 
 Wimpole. 
 
 " You're not going to back down ? " 
 
 " No, only if there's any danger of its being 
 found out I shall bolt, and it will take more 
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 money than you offer to get me out of the 
 country in comfort." 
 
 " How much do you want ? " asked Bellshaw. 
 
 " I must have five hundred planked down 
 before I do it," replied Wimpole. 
 
 " Too much," said Bellshaw, but after an 
 angry altercation agreed to Wimpole's terms. 
 
 " The risk's great. It will be a case of 
 manslaughter right enough if anything happens 
 to Leigh, and it's discovered." 
 
 The announcement in huge placards and 
 newspaper advertisements that Glen Leigh 
 was to ride an unbroken stallion from Mintaro 
 for a quarter of an hour, for a wager of two 
 thousand a side, between Craig Bellshaw and 
 Nicholas Gerard, roused curiosity to its highest 
 pitch, and there was a prospect of an enormous 
 attendance. Glen Leigh was confident Bell- 
 shaw would be unable to find a horse that 
 could unseat him. Bill Bigs did not like the 
 look of things ; he thought of foul play. He 
 did not trust Bellshaw. He knew the squatter 
 would give a good round sum to injure Leigh. 
 
 Glen had been to Manley and seen Mrs.
 
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 Prevost ; he asked her to be his wife, and she 
 consented. When she alluded to the past 
 he said it was buried ; he had no wish to unearth 
 it. Clara Benny, as she was still called, 
 looked much better since she had been with 
 Mrs. Prevost. There was no doubt her health 
 would be completely restored, but whether 
 this meant the recovery of her lost memory was 
 uncertain. Mrs. Prevost tried to persuade 
 Glen not to ride in the match. She was sure 
 he would be injured, Bellshaw was such a 
 vindictive man. 
 
 Glen laughed her fears away, and made her 
 promise to come and see him win the wager ; 
 he said Bellshaw would have no chance of 
 using foul play against him. 
 
 " You'll give up the show after this match ? " 
 she begged. 
 
 " I'll hand my share over to Jim Benny," 
 he answered. "I'll only go into the ring when 
 you give me permission," he added smiling. 
 He knew she would consent when he asked her. 
 
 The excitement caused over the two thousand 
 pound wager was intense, and on Saturday
 
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 night the building was crammed to suffoca- 
 tion. 
 
 Sam Wimpole had the horse in readiness, 
 saddled and bridled, as it would have been 
 impossible to do this in the ring. The horse 
 was in a savage mood. Since morning he had 
 gradually grown worse. Just before the per- 
 formance was to commence he was in a perfect 
 fury, lashing out, and biting at his tormentors. 
 
 Sam Wimpole watched him with a peculiar 
 smile. When Craig Bellshaw came to look 
 at Lion, as they named him, Sam cautioned 
 him not to go near. 
 
 " Have you done it ? " asked Bellshaw in a 
 whisper. 
 
 " Yes, gave him an injection an hour ago. 
 He's had three. I'll give him another before 
 he goes into the ring ; it will drive him almost 
 mad. I wouldn't mount him for a thousand 
 pounds " 
 
 " I shouldn't like to try you," said Bellshaw. 
 
 " I wouldn't really. What's a thousand 
 pounds against your life ? " 
 
 " Is it as bad as that ? "
 
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 " Quite." 
 
 Bellshaw's smile was ugly. In imagination 
 he saw Glen Leigh stretched out a crushed and 
 battered mass. 
 
 The time drew nearer. A quarter of an hour 
 before the struggle was to commence at nine 
 Sam Wimpole took out a small syringe from 
 his waistcoat pocket, crept up to the horse's 
 side, and quickly made an injection. Lion 
 shivered, then gave a snort, and tried to grab 
 Sam as he nipped back into safety. 
 
 Sam wished to be rid of the syringe. It had 
 done its work, but he dare not throw it away, 
 and he could not go outside ; he placed it in 
 his trousers pocket for the time being. 
 
 Lion was led into the ring by two men who had 
 long poles strapped on each side of his bit. No 
 one was to be in the ring when Leigh took the 
 bridle in his hand and the poles were loosened 
 and taken away. There was a breathless 
 silence as the horse stood quivering ; it was 
 broken by a deafening cheer as Glen Leigh 
 came in. Lion reared and plunged at the 
 sound, but was held fast, Leigh came towards
 
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 him, a heavy whip in his hand. He walked 
 straight up to the horse, looking him in the 
 eyes ; at that moment he fancied there was 
 something wrong with Lion, who seemed 
 frenzied. His eyes glowed like live coals, his 
 breath was hot, steaming ; Glen felt it on his 
 face. He undid the pole straps, made a 
 signal to the men, who hastily drew them 
 away and ran out of the ring, and sprang into 
 the saddle before Lion was aware of his inten- 
 tion. Glen knew if he once got safely seated 
 half the battle would be won. Luck favoured 
 him in this respect. 
 
 The horse had never been mounted until this 
 moment, and for a few seconds he seemed 
 paralysed with fright at the strange experience. 
 This did not last long. With a wicked bound 
 he tried to get rid of his strange burden. It was 
 a vain hope. Glen stuck to the saddle like a 
 limpet to a rock. Lion was a far stronger 
 horse than the Savage, and Wimpole had given 
 him a drug that would increase his strength 
 and endurance until the effect died away. 
 Never hacl Glen Leigh been on such a horse.
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 305 
 
 He knew Lion possessed tremendous strength. 
 The strain on his arms was immense, also on 
 the whole of his body. 
 
 Lion did not act like an ordinary buck- 
 jumper. He had his own plans of getting rid of 
 his burden ; they were quite original because 
 they had been brought into play for the first 
 tune. He had a long reach, and whenever he 
 tried to bite Glen's thigh he had to pull his 
 legs back quickly. The horse showed no inclin- 
 ation to lie down, or to crush Glen against the 
 posts. Without the slightest warning he set 
 off on a furious gallop round and round the 
 ring. After a dozen rounds he began bucking 
 as no horse ever bucked before. Up and down 
 he went like a rocking horse, then on all fours 
 off the ground, his back arched to a point, all 
 the saddle gear strained to bursting. 
 
 Glen felt the perspiration pouring off him. 
 It was the hardest struggle of his life, but he 
 intended winning. He would not be beaten. 
 
 Everybody in the vast audience watched 
 the large clock as the fingers crept slowly on, 
 the large hand gradually drawing nearer to
 
 3o6 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 the quarter-past. Bellshaw watched the 
 struggle between man and horse with absorbing 
 interest. He knew what had been done, and 
 that the horse possessed demoniacal strength 
 for the time being. 
 
 Mrs. Prevost, her face white, her hands 
 clutching nervously, watched every movement 
 in the ring ; how she prayed for his safety, and 
 for the clock to point to a quarter-past nine. 
 Never had she undergone such an ordeal. It 
 would be in her memory for the rest of her 
 life. Supposing he were killed ? The horse 
 seemed like some evil beast possessed of 
 devils. She almost shrieked as a mad plunge 
 nearly unseated Leigh for the first time, but 
 he was still there. By some marvellous 
 power he stuck to the saddle and the battle 
 went on. 
 
 Glen Leigh knew the horse did not lose 
 strength ; rather had he gained it during the 
 last few minutes. It surprised him, but he 
 had no time to think. 
 
 Lion stood on his forelegs, his head almost 
 touching the ground, his hind quarters straight
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 307 
 
 up in the air. In this horizontal position he 
 twisted like an eel, trying to wriggle Glen on 
 to his neck. He leaned right back until his 
 body was level with the horse's, then changing 
 his whip quickly, he hit backwards, bringing 
 the heavy knob hard on the root of the tail. 
 This was too much for Lion. He came down 
 on all fours and Glen shot bolt upright. There 
 was a tremendous cheer. It was a wonderful 
 piece of riding. 
 
 " I've never seen such a devil of a horse," 
 said Nick. " It seems to me he's mad. I hope 
 no harm will come to Glen." 
 
 Bill was nervous. It was the first time he had 
 felt such a sensation. He turned to the 
 bookmaker and said in a low voice, "It's my 
 belief somebody's doped that horse given him 
 a drug. He'd never go on like that if he 
 hadn't had something." 
 
 " They'd hardly dare do that," answered 
 Nick. 
 
 " You don't know Bellshaw. He's capable 
 of doing anything," returned Bill. 
 
 There was no time for more. Lion was at it
 
 308 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 again, fighting more furiously during the last 
 five minutes than he had done before. It 
 was a question of endurance. Would Glen 
 Leigh last out ? Once, twice, a third time, he 
 swayed in the saddle. A woman's cry echoed 
 through the building. It was Mrs. Prevost. 
 She had to be held up in her seat. It was only 
 by exercising her will power to the uttermost 
 that she recovered. 
 
 Bellshaw stared at the strugglers with his 
 eyes bulging. He looked at the clock four 
 minutes, and Glen Leigh was well nigh dead- 
 beat. Not one person in that vast crowd 
 thought the horse would throw him, but they 
 dreaded lest he should fall off exhausted. 
 
 Three minutes and he still stuck on, but his 
 grasp on the reins loosened, and Lion, feeling 
 this, redoubled his efforts. The fight was 
 terrific, too thrilling almost to witness. The 
 horse possessed almost miraculous strength. 
 
 Two minutes, and for the next sixty seconds 
 Lion bucked like a clockwork machine until 
 every bone in Glen's body felt like cracking. 
 Only one minute to the quarter and still
 
 THE SWEEP WINKER 309 
 
 Glen kept his seat. Half a minute more ; a 
 great gasp came from the crowd as Glen sank 
 forward, clasping the savage brute with both 
 arms round the neck, but he was still in the 
 saddle. He was not thrown. The position 
 was one of grave danger for Lion could reach 
 his arms with his mouth. The horse stopped, 
 panting, his nostrils blood red, his eyes shooting 
 fire ; they gleamed angrily. 
 
 " Get off," yelled Nick. 
 
 "Get off," yelled Bill, and hundreds of 
 voices took up the cry. A shudder of horror 
 passed through the huge crowd. Women 
 fainted. Strong men shook. Hundreds hid 
 their faces. 
 
 Lion, with a sudden swerve of his neck; got 
 his teeth in Glen Leigh's arm. The pain was 
 terrible. The muscles burned like fire. He 
 caught sight of the clock. Only a second or 
 two and he would win. Could he stand it ? 
 Lion tore his arm, then tried to seize his leg, 
 but Glen was too quick for him. 
 
 " Time ! " 
 
 A terrific shout.
 
 310 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " Time ! " shouted the frantic crowd, and 
 as Glen Leigh heard it he rolled out of the 
 saddle in a dead faint ; before anyone could 
 rush up Lion planted his fore feet on his chest 
 and bent his head towards his face. 
 
 " Shoot him ! He'll tear his face," shouted 
 Nick. 
 
 " You can't. He's my horse," yelled Bell- 
 shaw. 
 
 Bill rushed forward, an iron bar in his hand, 
 and in the nick of time brought it down on 
 Lion's head with a mighty sweep. He dropped 
 like a log. Man and horse lay side by side 
 in the ring.
 
 CHAPTER XXX 
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER'S HOME 
 
 GLEN LEIGH was taken to the Kangaroo and 
 nursed by Mrs. Prevost. His chest was 
 crushed, his arm lacerated, but he made a 
 wonderful recovery, and in a week was removed 
 to Sea View, Manley, where, needless to say, 
 he received every attention. 
 
 The terrible fight between Glen and Lion 
 was the topic of conversation for several days. 
 Many trainers who were present were firmly 
 convinced the horse had been drugged, or he 
 would never have been so savage, or possessed 
 such strength and staying powers. Nothing 
 however, was discovered, and Sam Wimpole, 
 in order to extract his money from Bellshaw, 
 had to threaten him with exposure. 
 
 Glen was of this opinion. He, too, thought 
 Lion had been dosed, but as he won the wager 
 he thought it best to make no enquiries. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw was beaten. His temper was
 
 312 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 not improved. He heard Leigh was at Manley, 
 and decided to go and visit Mrs. Prevost. 
 Some years ago, when he was infatuated with 
 her, he had made a will in her favour, leaving 
 her Mintaro and all the stock on it ; this he 
 decided to alter as soon as possible. He 
 would tell her when he reached the house. 
 
 He landed from the boat, walking along the 
 street to the sea-front. As he turned in at 
 the gate he looked up at the bedroom window. 
 What he saw caused a shock which almost 
 deprived him of reason. He stood staring at 
 what he thought was the ghost of the woman 
 he had left to die of hunger and thirst. It 
 was Clara looking out. She saw him enter. 
 Her face changed rapidly. The seat of memory 
 was no longer vacant. She recognised him, 
 and with the recognition returned a flood of 
 recollections. The horror on her face made it 
 look unearthly. She fixed her eyes on Bellshaw 
 with a glassy stare which he returned ; he 
 dare not move. Leigh told him the woman was 
 dead and this must be an apparition. 
 
 What did it mean ?
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 313 
 
 Of one thing, in his confused state of mind, 
 he was certain ; he must fly from the spot. 
 But his feet were rooted to the ground, and he 
 could not take his eyes off. 
 
 The woman swayed to and fro, pointed at 
 him with her hand. Then suddenly the thing 
 vanished. She had fallen on to the floor in a 
 dead faint. 
 
 Bellshaw knew nothing of this he was 
 horrified. His mind gradually became un- 
 hinged. He imagined the ghost disappeared 
 suddenly in order to come out to him, perhaps 
 seize him. In his frenzy he attributed super- 
 natural strength to the apparition. It might 
 carry him off, take him away to some dread- 
 ful place. 
 
 Bellshaw turned and fled, running along the 
 sea-front like a madman, then turning towards 
 the landing stage ; reaching it, as the steamer 
 was moving away, he ran on, and despite all 
 the warning cries made a desperate leap. His 
 head struck the paddle box ; the wheel spun 
 him round as he fell into the water. The 
 boat stopped, assistance was at once rendered, 
 but Bellshaw had disappeared. After waiting
 
 314 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 a quarter of an hour the captain left one of 
 his men behind to report to the police, and 
 proceeded on his journey to Circular Quay. 
 
 Craig Bellshaw's body was recovered later 
 on in the day. His head having struck the 
 paddle box, he was rendered unconscious and 
 he sank like a stone. 
 
 When Clara fell with a thud on the floor of 
 the bedroom, Mrs. Prevost rushed upstairs and 
 found her insensible. A severe illness of some 
 weeks followed. When she recovered she 
 remembered everything in her life at Mintaro, 
 and how she came to Glen Leigh's hut. It was 
 a pitiful story, and Glen Leigh, Mrs Prevost, 
 Bigs and Jim listened to it in sadness. As a 
 young girl she recollected being with Lin Soo. 
 How he obtained possession of her she had no 
 idea. There were other girls about her own 
 age, and they were kindly treated for several 
 years. 
 
 Then one day she recollected Bellshaw 
 coming to Lin Soo's. She did not like him ; 
 she shrank from him when he touched her. 
 She only had a hazy idea of how she was taken 
 to Mintaro. She must have been drugged in
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 315 
 
 some way. At first Bellshaw treated her 
 kindly, doing all in his power to ingratiate 
 himself with her. She refused all his advances, 
 and this changed his whole actions towards 
 her. He attempted to force her to his will and 
 failed. Garry Backham assisted her as far as he 
 dare. He smuggled a revolver into her room, 
 and with this she felt safe. For a long time 
 her life was one constant, unceasing watch- 
 fulness. She dare not sleep. When she dozed 
 she awoke in a fright fearing Bellshaw was near 
 her. She shot at him once, wounding him in 
 the arm. It was soon after this he said he 
 was tired of her and offered to drive her to 
 Bourke and send her to Sydney. 
 
 She related what happened when they 
 reached the water hole ; how he thrust her out 
 of the buggy, sprang after her, and tried to 
 push her into the muddy water. She struggled, 
 then fainted. When she came to herself she 
 was alone, lost in the great spaces surrounding 
 her. She struggled on for several days, until 
 at last she staggered into Glen's hut, and fell 
 on his rough bed. 
 
 In answer to questions she said she had no
 
 316 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 idea who her parents were, nor did she seem 
 to remember any home other than Lin Soo's 
 It could do no good questioning her further, so 
 the subject dropped. She explained how she 
 saw Bellshaw looking up at the window and he 
 recognised her. Glen expressed the opinion 
 that Bellshaw must have thought he had seen 
 a ghost and the sight turned his brain. 
 
 At the inquest held on him, death was stated 
 to be caused by drowning, and that this was 
 brought about in the manner already described. 
 Craig Bellshaw's lawyer had his will. He came 
 to Sea View. Great was Rosa Prevost's sur- 
 prise when she discovered that Mintaro and all 
 the stock on the station was her absolute 
 property. Looking at the date of the will she 
 knew he must have forgotten to alter it until 
 too late. She consulted Glen Leigh as to 
 whether she should take advantage of it, and 
 he left it entirely in her hands. The lawyer 
 strongly advised her to take over Mintaro as 
 there were no direct heirs to it. This she 
 decided to do, more for Glen's sake than for 
 
 her own. 
 
 * * * * *
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 317 
 
 Ten years had gone by since Bellshaw's 
 death and other happenings. Glen Leigh 
 and his wife, Rosa Prevost, lived at Mintaro, 
 where everything prospered with them. They 
 had five children, three boys and two girls, all 
 well grown and strong. 
 
 The hands at Mintaro found Leigh a very 
 different " boss " from Bellshaw. 
 
 Garry Backham sold out at Boonara and 
 came back to Mintaro as overseer, and very 
 glad he was to be there under such a master. 
 Glen mustered all the stock on the station 
 and found thousands more cattle and sheep 
 than he anticipated. Many of the wild horses 
 were shot, others tamed and used on the station. 
 He bought a small stud-farm near Albury, and 
 sent horses to be trained by Ivor Hadwin. 
 There was a prospect of a successful year 
 before the stable at the end of five seasons 
 when Glen had a score of horses, most of them 
 bred by himself, in training. The sweep 
 money came in very handy to run the station 
 and tide over one or two bad seasons ; when 
 rain and the good times came Mintaro cleared 
 a fortune for them every year.
 
 3i8 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 Jim Benny and his wife, the woman who 
 suffered so much at Bellshaw's hands, and 
 whom Jim helped Glen Leigh to save, came to 
 Mintaro, where Clara acted as nurse and 
 governess to all the children until such time 
 as the two elder boys went to school in Sydney ; 
 she then took charge of the three at home, and 
 Mrs Leigh found her a great help and a 
 genial companion. 
 
 It took a lot of persuasion to get her to come 
 to Mintaro, of which she had so many unplea- 
 sant memories, but eventually they prevailed 
 when it was pointed out how advantageous 
 it would be for her husband. 
 
 The show was sold as a going concern ; Lion 
 had to be shot ; he never recovered from the 
 blow Bill gave him. A post-mortem was made 
 at Gerard's request and the veterinary surgeon 
 said the horse had been heavily dosed with a 
 powerful drug, which undoubtedly caused him 
 to be in a frenzy in the ring when Glen rode him. 
 
 Lin Soo was tackled by Glen and Bill Bigs, 
 and compelled to pay a large sum of money to 
 Mrs. Benny in order to avoid criminal prose- 
 cution. Moreover, he was forced by them to
 
 THE SWEEP WINNER 319 
 
 leave Sydney and return to his own country. 
 Chun Shan was installed as head cook at 
 Mintaro, a position he worthily filled. 
 
 Sea View, Manley, was not sold ; the Leighs 
 used it as their residence on visits to Sydney. 
 
 It was a great day for Ivor Hadwin when he 
 won the Sydney Cup for Glen Leigh, whose 
 white jacket, black belt and cap, were im- 
 mensely popular. Horatio was the horse, and, 
 as he started at two to one, the enthusiasm was 
 immense. Later both the V.R.C., and A.J.C. 
 Derbies fell to Glen's share, and he had hopes 
 of landing a Melbourne Cup with a son of 
 Barellan's, who was at the Albury Stud, and 
 a most successful sire. 
 
 Glen never forgot the keepers of the fence, and 
 when he came to Mintaro they soon discovered 
 they had a friend in the man who had once 
 been one of themselves. Glen sometimes rode 
 there and chatted with them, rendering their 
 lives less lonely. 
 
 One day he drove his wife to the glittering 
 wire and showed her where he had stood for 
 long hours in the terrible heat and drought
 
 320 THE SWEEP WINNER 
 
 " What an awful life, Glen," she said, with 
 a shudder. 
 
 " I stood it all right," he replied, "but I 
 was glad when it ended." 
 
 When Barellan's son won the Melbourne 
 Cup, Bill Bigs, pointing Glen Leigh out to a 
 friend, said, " He drew Barellan in the big 
 sweep, and now he's won it with his son." 
 
 " That isn't likely to happen again," was 
 the reply. 
 
 " No, I don't suppose it is," said Bigs. 
 
 Luke Nicholl came to Mintaro for a change, 
 which he thoroughly enjoyed, Jerry Make- 
 shift came with him ; both were heartily 
 welcomed. 
 
 " I shall never forget it was owing to you, 
 Jerry, I bought the ticket in the sweep, and 
 drew the winner," said Glen. 
 
 " You've made good use of the money, 
 anyway," was Jerry's reply. 
 
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 GODFREY, MRS. TOM 
 
 A Modern Hagar. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GOLDACKER, BARONESS VON 
 
 A Butterfly. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GOLDIE, V., NOVELS BY 
 
 The Dream Friend. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Sound Ground. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
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 26 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 
 
 NAT GOULD, NOVELS BY 
 
 SALES EXCEED 20 MILLION COPIES 
 
 The sales of the Novels of Mr. Nat Gould, to the end of 1919, 
 exceed the colossal figure of 20,000,000 copies. This is a record 
 and, in the matter of sales, places Mr. Nat Gould head and 
 shoulders above all writers within recent times. Messrs. John 
 Long, Ltd., are the EXCLUSIVE Publishers of all Mr. Nat 
 Gould's New Novels, and have been for the last fifteen years ; 
 therefore those issued without the John Long imprint, unless under 
 special licence granted by Messrs. John Long, are only the very 
 early productions of Mr. Nat Gould. Licenses to one firm (large 
 newspaper proprietors) for three novels only have been granted, 
 and these merely for a limited period. 
 
 One of a Mob. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. 6d. net; boards, 2s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 , 
 
 A Bit of a Rogue. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The Selling Plater. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. 6d. net; boards, 2s. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Lady Trainer. Crown 8vo,, cloth, as. 6d. net ; boards, as. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Straight Goer. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. 6d. net ; boards, as. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Hundred to One Chance. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. 6d. net ; boards, 
 
 as. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Sporting Squatter. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. 6d. net ; boards, as. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Atkencsum, June 10, 1911, says: "All living writers are headed by 
 Mr. Nat Gould, and, of the great of the past, Dumas only surpasses 
 his popularity." 
 
 New Library Novels by Mr. Nat Gould, and also Reprints of his already 
 published Novels, will be issued from time to time in various editions. 
 
 List of Mr. Nat Gould's Novel's continued on page facing, 
 
 12, 13 & 14, NORRIS STREET, HAYMARKET, LONDON
 
 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 27 
 
 NAT GOULD, NOVELS BY -(Continued} 
 
 Nation, gth August, 1919, says: "In the way of sale, his wares 
 surpassed all others. To millions they were the breath of mental 
 life. We have heard that a newspaper purchasing the serial rights 
 of one of his stories could promise itself an increased circulation of 
 100,000 a day, no matter what its politics or its principles." 
 
 Charger and Chaser. Crown 8vo., cloth, 23. 6d. net ; boards 2s. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Pet of the Public. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The Lottery Colt. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net; boards, as. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Little Wonder. Crown Svo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net ; boards, as. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Stroke of Luck. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The Top Weight. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2S. 6d. net ; boards, 2s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Dapple Grey. Crown Svo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net ; boards, 2s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Whirlwind's Year. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net ; boards, 2s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Buckjumper. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net ; boards, 2s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Bird in Hand. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The Jockey's Revenge. Crown Svo. , cloth, 23. 6d. net ; boards, 
 
 2S. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Stolen Racer. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. net ; paper is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Truth, January 22nd, 1913, says: ''Who is the most popular of 
 living novelists? Mr. Nat Gould easily and indisputably takes the 
 first place." 
 
 New Library Novels by Mr. Nat Gould, and also Reprints of his already 
 published Novels, will be issued from time to time in various editions. 
 
 List of My. Nat Gould's Novels continued overleaf. 
 
 12, 13 & 14, NORRIS STREET, HAYMARKET, LONDON
 
 28 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 
 
 NAT GOULD, NOVELS BY {Continued} 
 
 The Times, 26th July, 1917, says: "Of Mr. Nat Gould's novels 
 more than ten million (since increased to twenty million) copies have 
 been sold : and when this can be said of an author there must be 
 qualities in his work which appeal to human nature qualities, there- 
 fore, which even the most superior person would do well to recognise." 
 
 A Reckless Owner. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Pick of the Stable. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The Lucky Shoe. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net ; paper is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Roarer. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 *tThe Chance of a Lifetime. Crown 8vo., cloth, 23. net ; paper, is. 
 
 net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 *A Great Coup. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Queen of the Turf. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 The King's Favourite. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Member of "Tatt's." Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 A Cast Off. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2S. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Phantom Horse. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 Good at the Game. Crown 8vo., cloth, 23. net ; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 'Filmed -(-Dramatized 
 
 The Times, 26th July, 1919, says: "If Art in any sphere in life 
 finds a basis in the pleasing of a multitude, then Nat Gould was an 
 artist with few above his shoulders." 
 
 New Library Novels by Mr. Nat Gould, and also Reprints of his already 
 published Novels, will be issued from time to time in various editions. 
 List of Mr. Nat Gould's Novels continued on page facing. 
 
 12, 13 & 14, NORRIS STREET, HAYMARKET, LONDON
 
 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 29 
 
 NAT, GOULD, NOVELS BY (Continued) 
 
 Morning Post, a6th July, 1919, says: ''He was the most widely- 
 read of all modern story-tellers, and a genius in his downright way." 
 
 Left in the Lurch. Cheap Edition only. See pp. 96, 97 
 
 The Trainer's Treasure. Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Head Lad, Crown 8vo., cloth, as. net; paper, is. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 *A Fortune at Stake. Crown 8vo., cloth, ys. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Best of the Season. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 *A Gamble for Love. Crown 8vo., cloth, ys. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Flyer. Cheap Edition only See p. 96 
 
 The Wizard of the Turf. Crown 8vo. ( cloth, 73. net 
 Also Cheap Edition See p. 96 
 
 Never in Doubt. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The White Arab. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 Lost and Won. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 *A Turf Conspiracy. Crown 8vo., cloth, 75. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Breaking the Record. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Smasher. Crown 8vo., cloth, ys. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Filmed 
 
 Book Monthly, June, 1919, says: "Who are the millions that 
 read Mr. Nat Gould, and why do they read him ? Perhaps they 
 are just 'the people,' and, no doubt, they read him exactly because 
 they find him interesting. No man sells 20,000,000 copies of his 
 books, unless there be something in them that the millions want." 
 
 New Library Novels by Mr. Nat Gould, and also Reprints of his already 
 published Novels, will be issued from time to time in various editions. 
 
 List of Mr. Nat Gould's Novels continued overleaf. 
 
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 30 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 
 
 NAT GOULD, NOVELS wi(Continue(t) 
 
 The Times, z6th July, 1919, says : " Mr. Nat Gould wrote quickly, 
 but never too quickly to spoil a good story. That he enjoyed the 
 writing of his numerous novels is evident from the splendid vigour 
 that he invariably infused into them. He achieved the distinction 
 of being generally read at a single sitting, and many a novelist, 
 laying claims to greater art, has yet to gain that tribute to his 
 powers of fascination." 
 
 A Northern Crack. Crown 8vo., cloth, js. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 The Rider in Khaki. Crown 8vo., cloth, 75. net 
 Also Cheap Edition, See p. 96 
 
 Won on the Post. Crown 8vo., cloth, js. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 96 
 
 Fast as the Wind. Crown 8vo., cloth, ys. net 
 The Steeplechaser. Crown 8vo., cloth, 75. net 
 A Race for a Wife. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 The Sweep Winner. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 At Starting Price. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 The Rake. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 75. net 
 
 The Silver Star. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 A full-length Novel now for the first time published in volume form 
 
 A Chestnut Champion. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 
 A full-length Novel now for the first time published in volume form 
 
 Racing Rivals. Chiap Edition only. See p. 96 
 A full-length Novel now for the first time published in volume form 
 
 Odds On. Cheap Edition only. See p. 96 
 A full-length Novel now for the first time published in volnme form 
 
 Sunday Times, i6th March, 1919, says : " As Mr. Nat Gould is easily 
 first of the ' best-sellers," his books need no bush." 
 
 Globe, 26th July, 1919, says: " Mr. Nat Gould is the most widely- 
 read of all modern novelists. He was one of the kindest and most 
 genial fellows who ever handled pen." 
 
 Publishers' Circular, aoth July, 1918, says: "One has to go back to 
 Shakespeare or the Bible to find a rival ' best seller.' " 
 
 New Library Novels by Mr. Nat Gould, and also Reprints of his already 
 published Novels, will be issued from time to time in various editions. 
 
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 COWING, MRS. AYLMER, NOVELS BY 
 As Caesar's Wife. Crown 8va, cloth, 6s. net 
 A Kings Desire. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 By Thames and Tiber. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Lord of Himself. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GRAHAM, WINIFRED 
 
 A Social Pretender. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GRANT, MRS. COLQUHOUN, NOVELS BY 
 
 The Marriage of Lord Verriner. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Their Hearts' Desire. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GRANT, SADI 
 
 The Second Evil. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GRAY, MAXWELL, NOVELS BY 
 
 The Great Refusal. Crown Svo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 The Suspicions of Ermengarde. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Unconfessed. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 An Innocent Impostor. 
 Cheap Edition. See p. 98 
 
 "G. G." (H. G. HARPER), NOVELS BY 
 
 The Chaser's Luck. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, as. net 
 A Fairy in the Pigskin. Crown Svo., cloth, 35, 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, as. net 
 
 GRIFFITH, GEORGE, NOVELS BY 
 
 A Criminal Croesus. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 The World Masters. Crown Svo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also in the Haymarket Novels. See p. 95 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 99 
 
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 GRIFFITHS, MAJOR ARTHUR 
 
 A Woman of Business. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p, 100 
 
 GROOT, J. MORGAN DE 
 
 A Man of Iron. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 GUBBINS, NATHANIEL, NOVELS BY 
 
 Pick Me Ups. Crown 8vo., cloth, 33. 6d. net 
 Dead Certainties. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, as. net 
 All the Winners. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, 2s. net 
 Told in "Tatt's." Crown 8vo., cloth, 33. 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, 23. net 
 First Favourites. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also illustrated boards, 2s. net 
 
 HAGGARD, LIEUT.-COLONEL ANDREW, NOVELS BY 
 A Canadian Girl. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 A Bond of Sympathy. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 A Persian Rose Leaf. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HALCOMBE, C. J. H. 
 
 The Love of a Former Life. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HAMBLIN, ROBERT A., NOVELS BY 
 
 The Heart of Joanna. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 The Second Harvest. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HAMILTON, COSMO 
 
 Keepers of the House. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition 
 
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 HANNAN, CHARLES 
 
 Castle OrioL Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARDEN, ELIZABETH 
 
 The Spindle. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARDING, D. C. R, NOVELS BY 
 
 The Great Experiment. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. net 
 Affairs of Men. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARDING, NEWMAN 
 
 The Eternal Struggle. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARRIS, FRANK 
 
 The Bomb. Crown Svo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARRISON, MRS. DARENT 
 
 The Stain on the Shield. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HART, CHRISTIAN 
 
 The Play and the Players. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HARVEY, MARIE, NOVELS BY 
 
 Satan, K.C. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 
 A Daughter of the Heather. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 
 " HAVREN " 
 
 Miss Arbutbnot. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HEANLEY, C. E. 
 
 The Village Infidel. Crown Svo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 HEILGERS, HENRIETTA 
 
 Stephen the Man. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
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 HEKKING, AVIS, NOVELS BY 
 
 In Search of Jehanne. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 A King of Mars. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HELLEDOREN, J. 
 
 A Running Fight. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HENDERSON, E. D. 
 
 An Officer and a - . Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HEPPENSTALL, R. H. 
 
 The Malice of Grace Wentworth. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HILL, HEADON 
 
 Links in the Chain. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 98 
 
 HILL, MARION 
 
 The Lure of Crooning Water. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 98. (On the Film) 
 Sunrise Valley. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also Cheap Edition 
 
 A Slack Wire. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
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 McAllister's Grove. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 98 
 The Toll of the Road. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HILLES, L. B. 
 
 Chickens Come Home to Roost Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HINCKLEY, JULIAN 
 
 " E." Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 The Family Tradition. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
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 HINDLE, DACRE 
 
 Links of Love. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HINKSON, H. A. 
 
 When Love is Kind. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HOBBES, JOHN OLIVER 
 
 The Flute of Pan. Med. 8vo. , paper, 6d. net 
 
 HOLDSWORTH, ANNIE E. 
 
 Lady Letty Brandon. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HOPE, FLORENCE 
 
 The Two Powers. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HOSKEN, HEATH 
 
 See STANTON, CORALIE, p. 56 
 
 HOWARD, ISABEL 
 
 Wounded Pride. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 HOWARD, KEBLE 
 
 Letters to Dolly. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net With 82 Illustra- 
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 HUGHES, THOMAS 
 
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 the Author and 16 Illustrations by A. TALBOT SMITH. . 
 
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 36 JOHN LONG'S PUBLICATIONS 
 
 HUME, FERGUS, NOVELS BY 
 
 The Silent House. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also in the Haymarket Novels. See p. 95 
 
 Also Cheap Edition 
 The Crimson Cryptogram. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 Also in the Haymarket Novels. See p. 95 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 99 
 The Bishop's Secret. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d net 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 100 
 The Jade Eye. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also in the Haymarket Novels. See p. 95 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 99 
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 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 99 
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 Also in the Haymarket Novels. See p. 95 
 
 Also Cheap Edition 
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 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 100 
 Woman the Sphinx. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 99 
 The Secret Passage. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
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 Also Cheap Edition. See p. 100 
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 Also Cheap Edition 
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 The Silver Bullet. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 The Black Patch. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 The Sacred Herb. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 The Green Mummy. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s net 
 
 IBANEZ, VICENTE BLASCO, author of "The Four 
 
 Horsemen of the Apocalypse" (3ooth Thousand) 
 Sonnica. Crown 8vo., cloth, 73. net 
 
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 IGGLESDEN, CHARLES, NOVELS BY 
 
 A Flutter with Fate. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 Clouds. Crown 8vo., cloth. 6s. net 
 
 Law, the Wrecker. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 ISLES, C. H. 
 
 The Little Signora. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 JACK, THE CONNAUGHT RANGER 
 
 Flashes from Cape Diamonds. Crown 8vo., cloth, 35. 6d. net 
 
 JELF, JAY 
 
 The Enterprise of Ella. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 JESSOP, GEORGE HENRY, NOVELS BY 
 His American Wife, Crown 8vo. , cloth, 6s. net 
 Desmond O'Connor. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 JOLY, MRS. JOHN SWIFT 
 
 Those Dash Amateurs. Crown 8vo., cloth, 33. 6d. net 
 
 JONES, E. BRANDRAM, NOVELS BY 
 
 In Burleigh's Days. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
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 JONES, MARGAM, NOVELS BY 
 
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 Seekers Every One. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
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 KENEALY, ARABELLA, NOVELS BY 
 
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 KENNY, LOUISE M. STACPOOLE 
 
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 KINGSLEY, CHARLES 
 
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 KINROSS, CHARLES 
 
 A Change of Sex. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. net 
 
 KNIGHT, MABEL 
 
 Did Cupid Count? Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. act 
 
 LANG, WILLIAM HENRY 
 
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 LATHEN, LOW (See also under LOWENTHAL, CHARLES) 
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 LATHROP, ELISE 
 
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 LEONARD-COWPER, J. 
 
 In the Portion of Jezreel. Crown 8vo., cloth. 6s. net 
 
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 LIVESAY, JESSIE E. 
 
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 McKEAN, THOMAS 
 
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 - MAJOR ARTHUR GRIFFITHS 
 
 - MRS. LOVETT CAMERON 
 
 - FLORENCE WARDEN 
 . CURTIS YORKE 
 
 . WILLIAM LE QUEUX 
 
 - GUY BOOTHBY 
 
 - ROBERT BUCHANAN 
 
 - GUY BOOTHBY 
 
 . WILLIAM LE QUEUX 
 
 - F. DICKBERRY 
 
 - MRS. LOVETT CAMERON 
 . MRS. LOVETT CAMERON 
 
 13 & 14, NORRIS STREET, HAYMARKET, LONDON
 
 INDEX TO TITLES 
 
 ABERAFON, 63 
 
 Abnegation, 44 
 
 Above all Things, 54 
 
 Ada Vemham, Actress, 42, 100 
 
 Adam and Eve of To-Day, 79 
 
 Adam Bede, ao, 94 
 
 Admiralty's Secret, The, 17 
 
 Adventures of Miranda, The, 44, 95 
 
 Affairs of Men, 33 
 
 African Treasure, An, 14 
 
 Aim of Her Life, The, 44 
 
 Airs of the Harp, 88 
 
 Alison's Adventure, 7, 97 
 
 Alix of the Glen, 64, 95, 98, 99 
 
 All that a Man Hath, 56 
 
 All the Joneses, 38 
 
 All the Winners, 32 
 
 All They went Through, 53 
 
 Alluring Flame, The, 46 
 
 Also Joan, 4 
 
 Alton of Somasco, 6, 97 
 
 Amazement, 7 
 
 Ambassador's Glove, The, 41 
 
 Ambitions of Jill, The, 64 
 
 Angel of Chance, The, 13 
 
 Angels in Wales, 37 
 
 Anna Strelitz, 39 
 
 Another Woman's Shoes, 43 
 
 Appearances: How to Keep them Up, 
 
 80 
 
 Apron Strings, 43 
 Arcadians, The, 21 
 Around a Distant Star, 18 
 Arrow of the North, The, 22 
 Artegal, 88 
 As Cassar's Wife, 31 
 Ashes of Passion, 38 
 At Starting Price, 30 
 At the Court of II Moro, 38 
 Aunt Martha's Will, 89 
 Austin's Career, 59 
 Australia at the Front, 85 
 Avenging of Ruthanna, The 38 
 Awakening Light, The, 68 
 Aynsley's Case, 21 
 Bad Lord Lockington, The, 61 
 Barbara West, 55 
 Barbarians, The, 8 
 Barnaby's Bridal, 37 
 Bartenstein Case, The, 21, 97 
 Basking Pear, The, 8 
 Baton Sinister, The, 25 
 Beautiful Rebel, A, 25, 99 
 Before the Curtain, 13 
 Beggar on Horseback, A, 37 
 Behind the Scenes at the Court of Vienna, 
 84 
 
 Belgium, Her Kings, Kingdom, and 
 
 People, 79 
 Belinda Treherne, 44 
 Belle of Bowling Green, The, 5, 94 
 Beloved Premier, The, 43 
 Benbonuna, 10 
 Beneath the Veil, 54, 99 
 Benedictine Order, The, 80, 93 
 Bequeathed Mid-Ocean, 86 
 Bertha in the Background, 38 
 Bespoken Bride, A, 62 
 Best of the Season, The, 29, 96 
 Bettina, 16 
 Beyond the Hills, 63 
 Biddy the Spitfire, 39 
 Big-Game Hunting iu N.-E. Rhodesia, 78 
 Billy's Wife, 14 
 Bird in Hand, A, 27, 96 
 Bishop's Secret, The, 36, 100 
 Bit of a Rogue, A, 26, 96 
 Bitter Fruit, n, 94, 99 
 Black Patch, The, 36 
 Blast, The, 67 
 
 Blessed Damozel, The, 91, 93 
 Blessington's Folly, 52, 98 
 Blind Policy, 21 
 
 Blows of Circumstance, The, 38 
 " Blue Bird" Souvenir, The, 84 
 Blue Bonnets Up, 49 
 Boer Ride, The. 91 
 Boffin's Find, 58 
 
 Bjheruian Days in Fleet Street, 76 
 Bohemian Girls, The, 61, 99 
 Bomb, The, 33 
 Bond of Sympathy, A, 32 
 Bonds of Africa, The, 78 
 Book of Angelus Drayton, The, 52 
 Book of the Cevennes, A, 69 
 Border Scourge, A, 45, 97 
 Boy in Business, The, 78 
 Boy's Father, 5 
 Bracebridges, The, 59 
 Brangwyn Mystery, The, 46, 99 
 Bread of Tears, The, 10 
 Breaking the Record, 29, 96 
 Breath of Suspicion, The, 40, 97 
 Briar Rose, A, 60 
 Bride from the Sea, A, 8, 94, 97 
 Bride of Shiva, The, 10 
 Brittany to Whitehall, 74 
 Brummell, 75 
 Brush with Fate, A, 17 
 Buccaneers' Island, 15 
 Buckjumper, The, 27, 96 
 Burden of Her Youth, The, 44, 95, 9 
 Burnt Wings, 64 
 Bush Songs, and Oversea Voices, 91 
 
 101
 
 Busybody, The, 55 
 
 Butterfly, A, 25 
 
 By Jumna's Banks, 42 
 
 By Right of Purchase, 7, 97 
 
 By Thames and Tiber, 31 
 
 Cabinet Secret, A, 8, 94, 97, 100 
 
 Cackling Geese, 25 
 
 Callista in Revolt, 51 
 
 Canadian Girl, A, 32 
 
 Car of Phoebus, The, 39 
 
 Career of Freda, The, 6 
 
 Case of Sir Geoffrey, The, 61 
 
 Cast Off, A, 28, 96 
 
 Castle Oriol, 33 
 
 Catching a Coronet, 9 
 
 Cattle Baron's Daughter, The, 6, 97 
 
 Cavern of Laments, The, 41 
 
 Cdine: A True Story of the French 
 
 Revolution, 21 
 
 Chamberlain and Chamberlainism, 82 
 Chance of a Lifetime, The, 28, 96 
 Change of Sex, A 39 
 Charger and Chaser, 27, 96 
 Charming Miss Kyrle, 53 
 Chaser's Luck, The, 31 
 Chestnut Champion, A, 30, 96, 97 
 Chicane, 53 
 
 Chickens Come Home to Roost, 34 
 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, 87, 93 
 Children for Ever, 79 
 Children of Earth, 48 
 Choice of Emelia, The, 54 
 Christabel, and other Poems, 87, 93 
 Church and Thisbe Grey, The, 9 
 Cicely Vaughan, 17 
 Climax, The, <- 
 
 Cloister and the Hearth, The, 51, 94 
 Clouds, 37 
 Combat, The, 12 
 Comedy of the Unexpected, A, 4 
 Coming of Age, 43, 98 
 Coming of Spring, The, 89 
 Companionship, 92 
 Complex Love Affair, A, 7 
 Composers in Love and Marriage, 75 
 Compromising of Jane, The, 62 
 Confessions of Cleodora, The, 17 
 Confessions of a Court Milliner, 44 
 Confessions of a Princess, The, 67 
 Confessions of a Young Lady, The, 42, 
 
 95, 100 
 Confessions of an English Opium Eater, 
 
 The, 71, 93 
 
 Conflict and Conquest, 23 
 Conscience of Dr. Holt, The, 13 
 Contract, The, 47 
 Coquette, 17 
 
 Corner in Ballybeg, A, 46 
 Counsels, Civil and Moral, 68, 93 
 Count Reminy, 45 
 Countess Ida, 62 
 
 Countess of Mountenoy, The, 63, 99 
 Court of Destiny, The, 13 
 Courts of Love, The, 9 
 Courtship of Sarah, The, 59 
 
 Courtship of Sybil, The, 44 
 
 Craze of Christina, The, u, 94, 100 
 
 Creation's Dawn, 77 
 
 Creatures of Clay, 54 
 
 Creggan Peerage, The, 51 
 
 Crescent Moon, The, 19 
 
 Cricket, Drill, and Training, 67 
 
 Crime In the Wood, The, 56 
 
 Crime of the Century, The, 19, 95 
 
 Criminal Crcesus, A, 31 
 
 Crimson Cryptogram, The, 36. 95, 99 
 
 Crimson Lilies, 16, 98 
 
 Cross-Reads, 18 
 
 Cross-Tides, 41 
 
 Crowning of Gloria, The, 51 
 
 Cupid's Time-Sheet, 43 
 
 Curios : Some Strange Adventures of Two 
 
 Bachelors, 42, 95, 99 
 Curse of Eden, The, 3 
 Curse of the FeveraLs, The, 44 
 Curtain, The, 62 
 Cyrus, 88 
 
 Daily Pickings from Pickwick, 71 
 Dame of the Fine Green Kirtle, 
 
 The, 41 
 
 Dangerous Dorothy, 65, 98 
 Dangerous Quest, A, 66 
 Dangerous Thing, A, 8 
 Dapple Grey, The, 27, 96 
 Dark Lady, The, 12 
 Daughter in Judgment, A., 24 
 Daughter of England, A, 16 
 Daughter of the Heather, A, 33 
 Daughter of the Manse, A, 59 
 Davosers, The, 9 
 Deacon's Daughter, The, 43, 98 
 Dead Certainties, 32 
 Dear Yesterday, 5, 97 
 Decoy Duck, The, 48 
 Decree Nisi, 64 
 Delilah of the Snows, 6, 97 
 Delphine, 64, 95, 98, 99 
 Demetrius and Daisy, 46 
 Demon of the Wind^ The, 89 
 Demos Awakes, 46 
 Desired Haven, The, 4 
 Desmond O'Connor, 37 
 Despot, The, 55 
 Devastation, 38 
 Devil's Bargain, A, 6r 
 Devil's Profession, The, 62 
 Deyncourt of Deyncourt, 50 
 Diamond of Evil, The, 62 
 Diary of a Russian Lady, The, 72 
 Diary of My Honeymoon, The, 64 
 Dice of Love, The, 9 
 Dictionary of Fools, The, 13 
 Did Cupid Count ? 39 
 Didums, 41 
 
 Difficult Matter, A, n, 94, too 
 Discourses on Art, 81, 93 
 Diva, The, 57 
 Divided Houses, 24 
 Divine Aretino, The, 91 
 Divine Love Vindicated, 82 
 
 102
 
 D'Orsay ; or, The Complete Dandy, 82 
 
 Down Express, The, 4 
 
 Dr. Dale's Dilemma, 4 
 
 Dr. Manton, 24 
 
 Dramatic Criticism, 74 
 
 Dream Colours, 90 
 
 Dream Friend, The, 25 
 
 Dream of Fame, A, 18 
 
 Driving Force, The, 3 
 
 Dual Identity, The, 45 
 
 Due de Moray, Le, 58 
 
 Duchess of Pontifex Square, The, 4 
 
 Duchinka, 14 
 
 Duke's Dilemma, The, 41 
 
 Dunciad, The, 90, 93 
 
 Duplicate Death, The, 23 
 
 Dust of Conflict, The, 6 
 
 Dwellers by the River, 50 
 
 ","34 
 
 Echoes of Whistler, 67 
 
 Edge of To-day, The, 38 
 
 Edward Fitzgerald and " Posh," 69 
 
 Eileen, 14 
 
 Eleanor's Husband, 21 
 
 Elusive Wife, The, 48 
 
 Empty Heritage, An, 59 
 
 Enchanted, 66, 98 
 
 Enchanting Distance, The, 4 
 
 End of a Passion, The, 18 
 
 Enemy in our Midst, The, 63 
 
 Engineering as a Profession, 73 
 
 English Girl's Adventures in Hostile Ger- 
 many, An, 78 
 
 English Humorists of the Eighteenth 
 Century, 83, 93 
 
 Enterprise of Ella, The, 37 
 
 Entrapped, 18 
 
 Environment, 21 
 
 Essays (Addison), 67, 93 f 
 
 Essays (Arnold), 68, 93 
 
 Essays (Frowde), 73, 93 
 
 Essays (Hunt), 75, 93 
 
 Essays from the Edinburgh Review, 76, 93 
 
 Essence of Life, The, 3 
 
 Esther Grant, 46 
 
 Etelka, 22 
 
 Eternal Struggle, The, 33 
 
 Etiquette and Entertaining, 68 
 
 Eton Memories, 72 
 
 Eugene de Beauharnais, 79 
 
 Eurasian, The, 10 
 
 Evelyn on Thorns, 43 
 
 Exiled Lover, The, 52, 98 
 
 Exile's Daughter, An, 47 
 
 Experiment of Dr. Nevill, The, 6 
 
 Eye of Istar, The, 40, 97, 100 
 
 Face in the Flashlight, The, 61, 95 
 
 Face of Juliet, The, 44 
 
 Fair Fraud, A, n, 94, 100 
 
 Fair Ladies of Hampton Court, The, 76 
 
 Fair Land of Central America, The, 84 
 
 Fair Rosalind, 46, 99 
 
 Fairy in the Pigskin, A, 31 
 
 Faith and Unfaith, 7 
 
 Family Tradition, The, 34 
 
 Far Cry, A, 18 
 
 Farthest West : Life and Travel in the 
 
 United States, 72 
 Fast as the Wind, 30 
 Fatality, 13 
 Fate of Felix, The, 38 
 Father Anthony, 10, 94, 97, 100 
 Fault, The, 49 
 Fen Dogs, The, 22 
 Fernando, 5 
 Fighter in Khaki, A, 53 
 Fire Fantasies, 86 
 First Favourites, 32 
 First-Fruits, 20 
 
 First Impressions in America, 68 
 Flashes from Cape Diamonds, 37 
 Flights at Twilight, 86 
 Flirtation with Truth, A, 64, 95, 98 
 Flower of the World, 58 
 Flowers, Dust, and Sun, 87 
 Flowers of Night, 88 
 Flute of Pan, The, 35 
 Flutter with Fate, A, 37 
 Flyer, The, 39, 96, 
 Flying Scroll, The, 42 
 Folly of the Wise, The, 48 
 Folly's Gate, 7 
 Fool Hath Said, The, 3 
 Fool to Fame, A, 57 
 Fool with Women, A, 62 
 Fooling of Don Jaime, The, 24 
 Fool's Signet, The, 88 i 
 
 For a God Dishonoured, 3 
 Forbidden Paths, 51 
 For England Mother ! 83 
 Forest Fugitives, 52, 98 
 For Faith and Navarre, 64 
 Forsaken Garden, A, 17 
 For the Sceptre of the Sea, 92 
 For the White Cockade, 46 
 Fortune at Stake, A, 29, 90 
 Foundress, The, 5 
 Fountain of Beauty, The, 44 
 Four Candles, The, 58 
 Four Georges, The, 83, 93 
 Four Red Roses, 59 
 Frank Redland, Recruit, 38 
 Fresh Air, 57 
 Friendship and Folly, 49 
 From Pillar to Post, 19 
 From the Clutch of the Sea, 46 
 From the Hand of the Hunter, 44 
 From the Land of the Wombat, 60 
 Fruit of the Vine, The, 50 
 Fugitive Anne, 50, 95, 99 
 Fugitive Years, The, 55 
 F"ull-length Portrait of Eve, A, 10 
 Future of Phyllis, The, 54, 95, 99 
 Gallant Lady, A, 9 
 Gamble for Love, A, 29, 96 
 Garden of Mystery, The, 42 
 Garment of Immortality, The, 4, 98 
 Gate of Never, The, 13 
 Gate Openers, The, 45 
 Gate of Temptation, The, 9 
 
 103
 
 Gates of the Past, The, 60 
 
 George and Son, 15, 99 
 
 George Savile, 53 
 
 German Empire's Hour of Destiny, The 
 
 73 
 
 German Prince and His Victim, A, 68 
 Gilded Beauties of the Second Empire, 78 
 Girl and the Man, The, 65, 98 
 Girl from Gatford, The, 51 
 Girl in Grey, The, 65, 95, 98, 100 
 Girl in the Blue Dress, The, 42 
 Girl of No Importance, A, 51 
 Girl of To-day, A, 44 
 Girl who wouldn't Work, The, 62 
 Girl with Feet of Clay, The, 59 
 Girl with Ideals, A, 20 
 Girl with the Odds Against Her, The, 13 
 Girls of Inverbarns, The, 60 
 Gleam, The, 12 
 Glen o' Weeping, The, 9, 97 
 Glimpses from Wonderland, 76 
 Glimpses of East Africa and Zanzibar, 85 
 Glimpses of the Ages, 81 
 Glorious Lie, A, 24, 97 
 Glory of the Almond Trees, The, 85 
 God's Good Woman, 57 
 Gold Coast Palaver, 69 
 Gold Trail, The, 7, 97 
 Golden Casket of Stories, A, 24 
 Golden Spur, The, 21 
 Golden Wang-Ho, The, 36, 100 
 Golf for the Late Beginner, 75 
 Good at the Game, 28, 96 
 Grace Abounding, 70, 93 
 Grass Widow, The, 24 
 Great Coup, A, 28, 96 
 Great Gay Road, The, 23 
 Great Experiment, The, 33 
 Great Newmarket Mystery, The, 50 
 Great Refusal, The, 31 
 Great was the Fall, 47 
 Greater Power, The, 7, 97 
 Greatness of John, The, 3 
 Green Girl, 58 
 Green Mummy, The, 36 
 Green Turbans, The, 14 
 Greenstone, The, 53 
 Guerdon of Faith, The, 43 
 Gun-Dogs, 69 
 Handful of Days, A, 17 
 Happiness : Its Pursuit and Attainment, 
 
 76 
 
 Hard Way, The, 48 
 Harmony Hall, 34 
 Harry of Athol, 22 
 Harvest of Love, The, 51, 95, 99 
 Harvesters, The, 21 
 Hazards of Life, The, 59 
 Hazel Graf ton, 58 
 He that is Without Sin, 63 
 Head Lad, The, 29, 96 
 Heart of a Monk, The, 3 
 Heart of Helen, The, 44 
 Heart of Joanna, The, 32 
 Heart of the Vicar, The, 59 
 
 Hearts are Trumps, 60 
 
 Her Father's Soul, 14 
 
 Her Highness, 62 
 
 Her Ladyship of the Season, 19 
 
 Her Own Enemy, 87 
 
 Heretic, The, 39 
 
 Heroes and Hero Worship, 70, 93 
 
 Hindenburg's March into London, 81 
 
 His American Wife, 37 
 
 His Book (Arteoms Ward), 84, 93 
 
 His Italian Wife, 14, 99 
 
 His Little Bill of Sale, 17 
 
 His Mascot, 44, 95 
 
 His Master Purpose, 6, 94, 97 
 
 His 'Prentice Hand, 48 
 
 His Reverence the Rector, 59 
 
 His Wife's Sister, 51 
 
 History of Henry Esmond, The, 57, 94 
 
 History of Marriage and Divorce, The, 77 
 
 History of " The Temple," The, 80 
 
 Hobson's Choice, 13 
 
 Home Exercise and Health, 79 
 
 Honesty's Garden, 16 
 
 Honour in Pawn, 43 
 
 Horse and the Maid, The, 16 
 
 Horses I Have Known, 74 
 
 Hospital Secret, The, 15 
 
 Hounds, 69 
 
 House in the Crescent, The, 54 
 
 House of Commons, The, 83 
 
 House of Hardale. The, 48 
 
 House of Howe, The, 16 
 
 House of Teck, The, 73 
 
 House of the Other World, The, 59 
 
 House on the Thames, The, 4 
 
 Household Saint, A, 56 
 
 Houses of Ignorance, 12 
 
 How are You ? 75 
 
 How to fake Care of a Consumptive, 85 
 
 Human Bacillus, A, 20 
 
 Human Starling, The, 13 
 
 Humorous Poems (Hood), 88, 93 
 
 Hundred to One Chance, A, 26, 96 
 
 Hypocrites and Sinners, 59 
 
 I too have known, 5, 97 
 
 I'd Crowns Resign, 14 
 
 Identity of Jane, The, 45 
 
 Idols of Flesh, 16 
 
 Idylls of the North, 88 
 
 111 Wind, An, n, 94, 99 
 
 Impenitent Prayer, The, 5, 97 
 
 Impossible Husband, An, 61, 95 
 
 Improper Prue, 4 
 
 In Burleigh's Days, 37 
 
 In Camera, 45 
 
 In Heaven's Porch, 71 
 
 In His Grip, 46 
 
 In Old Northumbria, 88 
 
 In Search of J^hanne, 34 
 
 In Spite of the Czar, 8, 94, 97, loo 
 
 In Steel and Leather, 22 
 
 In Summer Shade, 41, 95, 99 
 
 In the Blood, 60 
 
 In the Dark, 56 
 
 In the Days of Goldsmith, 8 
 
 104
 
 In the Face of Night, 19 
 
 In the Grip of a Lie, 39 
 
 In the Heyday of Youth, 13 
 
 In the High Woods, 52, 98 
 
 In the King's Garden, 92 
 
 In the Portion of Jezreel, 40 
 
 In the Queen's Service, 19 
 
 In the Red Dawn, 46 
 
 In the Shadow of the Purple, 25 
 
 In the Year of Waiting, 48 
 
 Incapable Lovers, Limited, 60 
 
 Incomparable Joan, 19 
 
 Independent Maiden, An, 54, 95 
 
 Indiscretion of Gladys, The, 14, 95 
 
 Inevitable Marriage, The, 24, 97 
 
 Infelix, 20 
 
 Informer. The, 62 
 
 Ingenious Captain Cobbs, The, 4 
 
 Innocent Impostor, An, 31, 98 
 
 Innocent Masqueraders, 60 
 
 Inscrutable Miss Stone, The, 4 
 
 Inspiration, 9 
 
 Intellectual Marie, 58 
 
 Investigators, The, 21 
 
 Irish Holidays, 58 
 
 Iron Hand, The, 14 
 
 Irresponsible Kitty, 65. 98 
 
 Island Interlude, An, 3 
 
 Island of Sorrow, The, 25 
 
 Isola, 19 
 
 Itinerant Daughters, 24 
 
 Ivory Bride, The, 49 
 
 Izelle of the Dunes, 45 
 
 Izra, 19 
 
 Jacobite Admiral, A, 22 
 
 Jade Eye, The, 36, 95, 99 
 
 ane Hobbs, 21 
 
 ane Shore, 46 
 
 can Keir of Craigneil, 59 
 
 ess of the River, 52, 98 
 
 ewel-House, The, 55 
 
 ill's Journal, A, 52, 95, 99 
 Jockey's Revenge, The, 27, 96 
 John Montcalm, 24 
 Juggler and the Soul, The, 43, 99 
 Juggling Fortune, 56 
 Jumping Frog, The, 84, 93 
 Keepers of the House, 32 
 Key of the World, The, 16 
 Khaki Men, The, 83 
 Kindred Spirits, 44 
 King Charles I. : A Study, 71 
 King Edward Intervenes, 38 
 King of Mars, A, 34 
 King Ren6 D'Anjou and His Seven 
 
 Queens, 83 
 
 Kingdom of Mammon, The, 59 
 King's Desire, A, 31 
 King's Favourite The, 28, 96 
 King's Passion, The, 5 
 King's Race-Horses, The, 82 
 
 Kinsah, 16 
 
 Kissing Cup the Second, 50 
 
 Kitty Confidences, The, 16 
 
 Kitty's Engagement, 61, 100 
 
 La Belle Dame, 45 
 
 Lady Letty Brandon, 35 
 
 Lady Mabel's Beauty, 45 
 
 Lady Marion and the Plutocrat, 22 
 
 Lady of the Blue Motor, The, 48 
 
 Lady of the Island, The, 8, 94, 97 
 
 Lady Sarah's Son, 59 
 
 Lady Sylvia, 14, 95 
 
 Lady Trainer, The, 26, 96 
 
 Laidlaw's Wife, 61 
 
 Land of the Khedive, The, 73 
 
 Last Foray, The, 22 
 
 Last of the Climbing Boys, The, 72 
 
 Last Stronghold, The, 55 
 
 Law, the Wrecker, 37 
 
 Le Due de Morny, 78 
 
 Le Selve, 47 
 
 League of the Leopard, The, 6 
 
 Left in Charge, 62 
 
 Left in the Lurch, 29, 96, 97 
 
 Legacy of the Granite Hills, A, 45, 97 
 
 Leone, 19 
 
 Letters of Junius, 67, 93 
 
 Letters to Dolly, 35 
 
 Levity Hicks, 23 
 
 Life Elvsian, The, 39 
 
 Life of H.M. Albert, King of the Belgians. 
 
 The, 79 
 
 Life of Lena, The, 63 
 Life of Marie Ame'lie, The, 72 
 Life of Nelson (Southey), The, 82, 93 
 Life's Edifice, 68 
 Life's Little Comedies, 86 
 Lifting the Veil, 80 
 Light- Bearers, The, 56 
 Light Fingers and Dark Eyes, 14 
 Light-Hearted Rebellion, A, 39 
 Links in the Chain, 34, 98 
 Links of Love, 35 
 Lion of Lydboro', The, 63 
 Little Gate of Tears The 13 
 Little Josephine, 44 
 Little Maister, The, 22 
 Little Signora, The, 37 
 Little Wife Hester, 44, 95, 99 
 Little Wonder, 27, 96 
 Logan's Loyalty, 59 
 Lonely Church, The, 36 
 Looms of Silence, 92 
 Lord Eversleigh's Sins, 59 
 Lord of Himself, 31 
 Lord Quare's Visitor, 61 
 Lords and Ladies of Italian Lakes, 83 
 Lords of Life, The, 19 
 Lorrequer, Scenes from, 40, 93 
 Lost and Won, 29, 96 
 Lost Cause, A, 57, 100 
 Lot's Wife, 37 
 Lottery Colt, The, 27, 96 
 Love Affairs of a Curate, The, 51 
 Love and the King, 14 
 Love and Liars, 18 
 Love and Twenty, 63 
 Love in Lilac-Land, 45 
 Love Intrigues of the Kaiser's Sons, 77 
 
 105
 
 Love Knows and Walts, 87 
 
 Love of a Former Life, The, 32 
 
 Love of Mary Magdalene, The, 88 
 
 Love on Smoky River, 52, 98 
 
 Love Poems (Browning), 86, 93 
 
 Love with Variations, 18 
 
 Lovely Little Radical, A, 19 
 
 Lovely Mrs. Pemberton, The, 61, 99 
 
 Love's Fool, 64 
 
 Love's Sentinel, 61 
 
 Luck of a Lowland Laddie, The, 16 
 
 Luck of the Leura, The, 50 
 
 Lucky Shoe, The, 28, 96 
 
 Lure of Crooning Water, The, 34, 98 
 
 Lust of Power, The, 60 
 
 Machinations of Janet, The, 59, 95 
 
 Madame du Barry, 74 
 
 Madcap Marriage, A, 8 
 
 Mademoiselle Nellie, 14 
 
 Magic of Sport, The, 74 
 
 Magnetic Girl, The, 42, 95 
 
 Maid of the River, The, 50, 95 
 
 Maids of Salem, 45 
 
 Malice of Grace Wentworth, The, 34 
 
 Malincourt Keep, 54 
 
 Mamamouchi, 90 
 
 Man about Town, The, 40, 97 
 
 Man in the Car, The, 50 
 
 Man of Iron, A, 32 
 
 Man of To-day, A, 43 
 
 Man who Knew All, The, 39, 98 
 
 Man with the Amber Eyes, The, 61 
 
 Mantrap Manor, 3 
 
 Many Coloured Mountains, 70 
 
 Marcus and Faustina, 12 
 
 Marriage for Two, A, 8 
 
 Marriage of Lionel Clyde, The, 51 
 
 Marriage of Lord Verriner, The, 31 
 
 Martha Rose, Teacher, 6 
 
 Martial Law within the Rialm of 
 
 England, 78 
 
 Mary Bray x Her Mark, 57 
 Mary in the Market, 43 
 Mary's Marriage, 9 
 Mask, The, 40/95, too 
 Masquerade and a Monastery, A, 62 
 Master of Pinsmead, The, 25 
 Master Scoundrel, The, 57 
 Master Sinner, The, 3 
 Matheson Money, The, 61, 98 
 Matilda, Countess of Tuscany, 75 
 Mating of Anthea, The, 38 
 Maze of Scilly, 58 
 Maze, The, 56 
 McAllister's Grove, 34, 98 
 Means to an End, 43 
 Member for Easterby, The, 7 
 Member of Tatts, A, 28, 96 
 Memoirs of Edward Vaughan Kenealy, 
 
 77 
 
 Memory Corner, 23 
 Men of Marlowe's, 20 
 Men we Marry, The, 45 
 Merciless Love, 3 
 Merely a Negress, 66 
 
 Message of the Masters, The, 90 
 
 Midsummer Madness, n, 94, 99 
 
 Midsummer Morn; 21 
 
 Might of a Wrong- Doer, The, 10 
 
 Mighty Arm, The, 17 
 
 Mighty Mayfair, 15 
 
 Mill of Silence, The, 12 
 
 Million for a Soul, A, 49 
 
 Millionaire and the Lady, The, 62 
 
 Minor Poems (Milton), 90, 93 
 
 Minister of Fate, A, 18 
 
 Miscellaneous Poems (Kingsley), 89, 93 
 
 Miss Arbuthnot, 33 
 
 Miss Arnott's Marriage, 42, 95, 99 
 
 Miss Daffodil, 65, 98, 
 
 Miss Gwendoline, 44 
 
 Miss Nanse, 60 
 
 Miss Pauncefort's Peril, 43 
 
 Miss Strangeways, 19 
 
 Mission of Margaret, The, 54 
 
 Mist in the Valley, 16 
 
 Mistletoe Manor, 47 
 
 Mistress of Aydon, The, 22 
 
 Model in Green, The, 58 
 
 Modern Hagar, A, 25 
 
 Modern Market Place, The, 15 
 
 Modern Sacrifice, A, 8 
 
 Mollie Defverill, 65, 98 
 
 Molly's Hook, 89 
 
 Moneychangers, The, 55 
 
 Monsieur le Capitaine Douay, 15 
 
 Moonflower, 5, 97 
 
 More Society Recollections, 67 
 
 Mormon Lion, The, 22 
 
 Moths and the Maid, 18 
 
 Mr. Gilfil's Love Story, 20, 93" 
 
 Mrs. Barrington's Atonement, 59 
 
 Mrs. Musgrave and Her Husband, 42, 95 
 
 99 
 
 Much Ado About Nothing, 91, 93 
 
 My Beautiful Neighbour, 38 
 
 My Escapes, 5 
 
 My Recollections of the Sepoy Revolt, 79 
 
 Mychurachan, 87 
 
 Mysterious Miss Cass, The, 4 
 
 Mystery of Dudley Home, The, 61, 99 
 
 Mystery of Fourways, The, 61 
 
 Mystery of Magdalen, The, 38 
 
 Mystery of the Three Fingers, The, 39, 98 
 
 Nathalia, 62 
 
 Native Born, 60 
 
 Nellie of the Eight Bells, 16 
 
 Never in Doubt, 29, 96 
 
 New Cinderella, A, 62 
 
 New Dawn, The, 63 
 
 New Light on the Enigmas of Shake- 
 speare's Sonnets, 72 
 
 New Solution of the Mystery of Edwin 
 Drood, A, 76 
 
 Night of Reckoning, The, 5, 94, 100 
 
 Nightshade and Poppies, 90 
 
 Nine Points, The, 20 
 
 No. 3, The Square, 61, 99 
 
 No Vindication, 38 
 
 Nobler than Revenge, 56 
 
 106
 
 Noblesse Oblige, 23 
 Northern Crack, A, 30, 96 
 Nurse Charlotte, 44, 98 
 Odd Trick, The, 44 
 Odds On, 30, 96, 97 
 Of Finer Clay, 52 
 Off the Main Road, 62 
 
 Officer and a , An, 34 
 
 Olive Kinsella, 65, 95, 98 
 
 Oliver, 12 
 
 Omar Khayyam, The Testament of, 64 
 
 On Heroes and Hero Worship. 70, 93 
 
 On Parole, 20 
 
 On the War Path, 77 
 
 Once too Often, 61, 95 
 
 One Eventful Summer, 56 
 
 One Fair Enemy, 17 
 
 One Man's Sin, 50 
 
 One Moment, The, 14 
 
 One of a Mob, 26, 96 
 
 One Pretty Maid and Others, 16 
 
 Only Betty, 65, 98 
 
 Only Prison, The, 55 
 
 Opal Serpent, The, 36, 95 
 
 Open Spaces, 89 
 
 Operatic Problem, The, 74 
 
 Ordeal of Silence, The, 48 
 
 Orders to Marry, 43 
 
 Oscar Wilde and Myself, 71 
 
 Oswald Steele, 6 
 
 Other Mrs. Jacobs, The, 50, 95, 99 
 
 Other Sara, The, 65, 98 
 
 Other Wife, The, 51 
 
 Our Alty, 23, 98 
 
 Our Pleasant Vices, 84 
 
 Our Widow, 61, 100 
 
 Out There, 75 
 
 Outsider's Year, An, 61, 95, 100 
 
 Outwitted, 43 
 
 Oversea Web, An, 47 
 
 Oyster, The, 48 
 
 Page in a Man's History, A, 22 
 
 Palace of Danger, The, 60 
 
 Papa, Limited, 49 
 
 Paramount Shop, The, 43 
 
 Parish Doctor, The, 15 
 
 Parisian Princess, A, 55 
 
 Partners Three, 16, 95 
 
 Passing Fancy, A, n, 94, 99 
 
 Passing of Night, The, 9 
 
 Paths of the Dead, 47 
 
 Patricia of Pall Mall, 65, 98 
 
 Paul le Maistre, 12 
 
 Paul Moorhouse, 63 
 
 Paul the Optimist, 19 
 
 Paulette D'Esterre, 60 
 
 Paxton Plot, The, 45 
 
 Penalty, The, 7 
 
 Pendulum, The, 12 
 
 Penniless Millionaire, A, 46, 98 
 
 People in Shakespere's Sonnets, The, 77 
 
 Perfect Passion, A, 64 
 
 Perpetua, 11, 97 
 
 Persian Rose Leaf, A, 32 
 
 Pest, The, 54 
 
 Pet of the Public, The, 27, 96 
 Peter of Gunneroy, 22 
 Phantom Horse, The, 28, 96 
 Phases of Marcella, The, 17 
 Pheasants : in Covert and Aviary, 69 
 Philippa of Hainault, 75 
 Phcebe of the White Farm, 16 
 Pick Me Ups, 32 
 Pick of the Stable, The, 28, 96 
 Pictures from Nature's Garden, 81 
 Pilgrimage of Delilah, The, 12 
 Pilgrims to the Isles of Penance/7i 
 Pillars of Smoke, 64 
 Place of Waiting, The, 92 
 Plato's Handmaiden, 14 
 Play and the Players, The, 33 
 Poems (Jonson), 89, 93 
 Poems (Shelley), 91, 93 
 Pomp and Circumstance, 24 
 Ponies, and All About Them, 69 
 Portals of Love, The, 59 
 Porters of Woodthorpe, The, 17 
 Power of the Petticoat, The, 58 
 Price of Conquest, The, 55 
 Price of Possession, The, 4 
 Priestess of Humanity, A, 64 
 Priest of Isis and other Poems, The, 89 
 Prince and Tom, 70 
 Prince Talleyrand and His Times, 78 
 Progress of Pauline Kessler, The, 12 
 Provincials, The, 22 
 Punishment, The, 41 
 Purple Butterfly, The, 58 
 Purple Heather, 53 
 Purple Iris and Other Verses, 87 
 Purple of the Orient, The, 14 
 Purpose, The : Reflections and Digres- 
 sions, 84 
 
 Pursued by the Law, 14 
 Queen Elizabeth : An Epic Drama, 92 
 Queen of the Turf, The, 28, 96 
 Queer Little Jane, 65, 98 
 Quenchless Flame, The, 59 
 Quittance, 43 
 Race for a Wife, A, 30 
 Racing Rivals, 30, 96, 97 
 Rake, The, 30 
 Rancher Cartaret, 7, 97 
 Ransom for London, The, 21, 97 
 Rasselas, 76, 93 
 Real Christian, The, 14 
 Real Francis Joseph, The, 84 
 Real Man, The, 10 
 Real Mrs. Daybrpok, The, 61 
 Realization of Justus Moran, The, 12 
 Reaper of the Whirlwind, A, 59 
 Rebel Prince, The, 15 
 Reckless Owner, A, 28, 96 
 Recollections (Murray), 79 
 Recollections of a Detective, 73 
 Record of an Aeronaut (Bacon), The, 69 
 Records of an Old Vicarage, 85 
 Red Gold, 87 
 Red-Hot Crown, The, 24 
 Red Wedding, The, 25 
 
 107
 
 Re-echoes from Coondambo, 86 
 
 Referendum ; or, How to Make a Refer- 
 ence Book, 79 
 
 Relentless Gods, The, 20 
 
 Remembrance, n, 100 
 
 Rescuing Rupert, 57 
 
 Residency, The, 10 
 
 Restitution, 24 
 
 Revolt of Beatrix, The, 62 
 
 Rider in Khaki, The, 30, 96 
 
 Rider of Waroona, The, 54 
 
 Ring of Pleasure, The, 16 
 
 Roarer, The, 28, 96 
 
 Robespierre and the Women He Loved, 73 
 
 Rolf the Imprudent, 58 
 
 Romance of a Maid of Honour, The, 42 
 98 
 
 Romance of Filey, A, 87 
 
 Romance of Mademoiselle A'iss6, The, 50 
 
 Romance of Olga Aveling, The, 51 
 
 Romance of Princess Arnulf, The, 4 
 
 Romanian Songs and Ballads, 90 
 
 Ronald Lindsay, 64 
 
 Rook's Nest, The, 4 
 
 Rosamond Grant, n, 94 
 
 Rose Berlin, 77 
 
 Rose of Exmoor, Ihe, 56 
 
 Royal Opera and Imperial Russian 
 Ballot, 85 
 
 Royal Sisters, The, 43 
 
 Rubina, 7 
 
 Running Fight, A, 34 
 
 Rural Life. 74 
 
 Russian Ballet, 81 
 
 Sacred Herb, The, 36 
 
 St. Elizabeth of London, 14, 95 
 
 Salad Days, 4 
 
 Sam Briggs His Book, 42 
 
 Samuel the Seeker, 55 
 
 Satan, K.C., 33 
 
 Savile Gilchrist, M.D., 47 
 
 Scarlet Seal, The, 19, 95, 99 
 
 Scenes from Lorrequer, 40, 93 
 
 Sea of Love, The, 19 
 
 Sealed Verdict, A, 40, 98 
 
 Search for Loveliness, The, 88 
 
 Second Best, The, 56 
 
 Second Cecil, The, 37 
 
 Second Evil, The, 31 
 
 Second Harvest, The, 32 
 
 Second-Lieutenant Celia, 17 
 
 Second Selves, 25 
 
 Secret Bond, The, 52 
 
 Secret Calling, The, 51 
 
 Secret History of the Court of Berlin, The, 
 
 73 
 
 Secret History of the Court of Spain, 
 
 The, 71 
 
 Secret Passage, The, 36, 95, 100 
 Secret Syndicate, The, 62 
 Secret Tontine, The, 25 
 Seekers Every One, 38 
 Selections (Burke), 70, 93 
 Selling Plater, The, 26, 96 
 Selma, 14 
 
 Sensations of Paris, 83 
 
 Sent to Coventry, 56 
 
 Sentimental Journey, A, 83, 93 
 
 Sepoy Revolt, My Recollections of, 79 
 
 Serpent in His Way, A, 55 
 
 Sesame and Lilies, 91, 93 
 
 Seven Richest Heiresses of France, 82 
 
 Severn Affair, The, 62 
 
 Shade of the Acacia, The, 40 
 
 Shadow of Allah, The, 53 
 
 Shadow of the Guillotine, The, 25 
 
 Shame of Silence, The, 39 
 
 She was a Widow, 52 
 
 Sheila of Dunslane, 54 
 
 Shutters of Silence, The, 10 
 
 Sicilian Ways and Days, 70 
 
 Sidelights of Song, 87 
 
 Sidelights on Convict Life, 74 
 
 Silent House, The, 36, 95 
 
 Silent Passenger, The, 4 
 
 Silver Bullet, The, 36 
 
 Silver Star, The, 30, 96, 97 
 
 Sin of Gabrielle, The, 38 
 
 Sin of Hagar, The, 43, 99 
 
 Sin of Jasper Standish, The, 52, 97 
 
 Sin of Youth, The, 45 
 
 Sinnings of Seraphine, The, 38 
 
 Sins Ye Do, The, 9 
 
 Sir Walter Ralegh, 91 
 
 Slack Wire, A, 34 
 
 Slaves of Passion, 6 
 
 Sleeping Village, The, 47 
 
 Sly Boots, 63 
 
 Smasher, The, 29, 96 
 
 Snake Garden, The, 5, 97 
 
 Social Innocent, A, 15 
 
 Social Life in the British Army, 70 
 
 Social Pretender, A, 31 
 
 Society Mother, A, 9 
 
 Society Recollections in Paris and Vienna, 
 
 67 
 
 Soldier and a Gentleman, A, 14 
 
 Something in the City, 61, 99 
 
 Son of Mammon, A, 10 
 
 Song of Surrender, The, 10 
 
 Songs (Burns), 86, 93 
 
 Songs from the Far Away, 90 
 
 Songs from the Somme, 90 
 
 Songs to Dorian, 86 
 
 Sonnets (Wordsworth), 92, 93 
 
 Sonnets and Poems (Shakespeare), 91, 
 
 93 
 
 Sonnets and Poems (Spenser) 91, 93 
 Sonnets to a Lady, 88 
 Sonnica, 36 
 Soul in Shadow, A, 12 
 Soul of a Villain, The, 24 
 Soul of the Snows, 18 
 Soul's Awakening, A, 54 
 Soul-Twilight, 14 
 Sound Ground, 25 
 South African Heiress, A, 60 
 Sowing Clover, 63 
 Spark on Steel, A, 25 
 Spell of the Lotus. The, 18 
 
 108
 
 Spindle, The, 33 
 
 Sport and the Woman, 50 
 
 Sport of Circumstance, The, 13 
 
 Sporting Squatter, A, 26, 96 
 
 Stage Irishman of the Pseudo - Celtic 
 
 Drama, The, 80 
 Stain on the Shield, The, 33 
 Stairs of Sand, g 
 Stars of the Revival, The, 37 
 Steeplechaser, The, 30 
 Stephen Ormond, 18 
 Stephen the Man, 33 
 Stolen Emperor, The, 23 
 Stolen Racer, The, 27, 96 
 Stories of Strange Women, 15 
 Stories of the Operas, 81, 85 
 Storm-Dog, The, 4 
 Storm of London, The, 18, 100 
 Story of a Campaign Estate, The, 58 
 Story of Lois, The, 41 
 Story of My Life, The (Thaw), 83 
 Straight Goer, A, 26, 96 
 Straight Shoes, 13 
 Strained Allegiance, 22 
 Strength of Evan Meredith, The, 48 
 Strength of Straw, The, 56 
 Stress, 55 
 Strings, 62 
 
 Stroke of Luck, A, 27, 96 
 Struggle for a Royal Child, The, 77 
 Stubble before the Wind, 50 
 Subaltern's Musings, A, 89 
 Suburbans, The, 16 
 Summer Wreath, A, 50 
 Sundial Songs, 87 
 Sunrise Valley, 34 
 Supreme Power, The, 40 
 Suspicions of Ermengarde, The, 31 
 Sweep Winner, The, 30 
 Sweet " Doll " of Haddon Hall, 46, 
 
 100 
 
 Sweets of Office, The, 59 
 Swirl, The, 41 
 Sylvia, 55 
 
 Sylvia and the Secretary, 51 
 Symbolism of "Wuthering Heights," 
 
 The, 76 
 
 Tale of Two Cities, A, 18, 94 
 Tales of Mystery and Imagination, 49, 93 
 Talleyrand, Prince, 78 
 Tartar's Love, A, 47 
 Taste of Quality, A, 53 
 Temptation of Anthony, The, 18 
 Temptation of Nina, The, 48 
 Tender Passion, The, 23 
 Tenderfoot, The, 54 
 Terrible Choice, The, 22 
 Terriers : Their Points and Management, 
 
 69 
 
 Terror by Night, The, 14 
 Test, The, 3 
 
 Testament of John Hastings, The, 23 
 Testament of Judas, The, 10 
 Testament of Omar Khayyam, The, 86 
 Thaw. Evelyu f Story of My Life), 83 
 
 Their Hearts' Desire, 31 
 
 Their Marriage, 65, 98 
 
 Their Month, 13 
 
 Thermopylae, and other Po( ms, 89 
 
 Theo, 48 
 
 Thin Ice, 62 
 
 Things as they are, 63 
 
 Thistledown, 21 
 
 Thora's Conversion, 7 
 
 Those-Dash-Amateurs, 37 
 
 Thraldom, 40 
 
 Three Clerks, The, 58, 94 
 
 Three-Cornered Duel, A, 38 
 
 Three Days' Terror, The, 21, 99 
 
 Three Persons, 48 
 
 Three Summers, 62 
 
 Threshold, The, 58 
 
 Thrice Armed, 7, 97 
 
 Through Dante's Land, 74 
 
 Through the Rain, 24 
 
 Through the Wine-Press, 21 
 
 Thrown Over, 15 
 
 Thunder of the Hoofs, The, 39 
 
 Tideway, The, 5 
 
 Tinsel and Gold, u, 97 
 
 To Justify the Means, 48 
 
 Tocsin, The, 5, 98 
 
 Told in " Tail's," 32 
 
 Toll of the Road, The, 34 
 
 Tom Brown's Schooldays, 35, 94 
 
 Top Weight, The, 27, 96 
 
 Torch of Venus, The, 45 
 
 Toy Gods, 49 
 
 Trainer's Treasure, The, 29, 96 
 
 Traitor and True, 7, 99 
 
 Traitor in London, A, 36, 95 
 
 Tramp's Philosophy, A, 77 
 
 Transit of Souls, The, 63 
 
 Transplanted, 46 
 
 Transplanted American, A, 39 
 
 Travels in the Pyrenees, 80 
 
 Trewinnot of Guy's, 38, 95 
 
 Triumph of Jill, The, 66 
 
 Triumph of Mrs. St. George, The, 62 
 
 Turf Conspiracy, A, 29, 96 
 
 Turn of the Tide, The, 48 
 
 Turnpike House, The, 36, 99 
 
 Twentieth-Century Problem, The, 67 
 
 Twilight and Beyond, 68 
 
 Two Can Play, 46 
 
 Two Forces, The, 20 
 
 Two Men and a Governess, 51 
 
 Two Powers, The, 35 
 
 Two Rivers, The, 10 
 
 Two Women and a Maharajah, 49 
 
 Tyrian Purple, 5 
 
 Ultimate Conclusion, The, 23 
 
 Unconfessed, 31 
 
 Unconquerable Colony, The, 71 
 
 Unconscious Bigamist, The, 55 
 
 Under Cover of Night, 25 
 
 Under Croagh Patrick, 47 
 
 Under Eastern Skies, 57 
 
 Under One Flag, 42 
 
 Unguarded Taper, The, 40
 
 Unhallowed Vow, The, 52 
 
 Unholy Alliance, An, 59 
 
 Unquenched Fire, 24 
 
 Unwedded Bride, The, 17 
 
 Unwise Virgin, An, 38 
 
 Up to To-morrow, 49 
 
 Ups and Downs of a Wandering Life, 81 
 
 Ursula's Marriage, 8 
 
 Vain Flirtation, 8 
 
 Valdora, 49 
 
 Vane Royal, 22 
 
 Vaudevillians, The, 4 
 
 Veiled Lady, The, 61 
 
 Veiled Man, The, 40, 97, 100 
 
 Veneered Scamp, A, 45 
 
 Veronica Verdant, 53 
 
 Viceroys of Ireland, The, 80 
 
 Victim of Circumstance, A, 40 
 
 Victimised, 6 
 
 Village Infidel, The, 33 
 
 Viper of Milan, The, 9, 97, 
 
 Virgin Gold, 60 
 
 Visioa of the Years, The, 66, 98 
 
 Voces Amoris, 90 
 
 Voice of the Orient, The, 84 
 
 Vox Populi, 68 
 
 Voyage to Lilliput, A, 83, 93 
 
 Voyage to Lisbon, A, 73, 93 
 
 Wanderings and Wooings East of Suez, 52 
 
 War of the Sexes, The, 66 
 
 Ward of the King, A, 41 
 
 Warren Hastings (Macaulay), 78, 93 
 
 Waster, The, 58 
 
 Waters of Oblivion, The, 54, 95 
 
 Way of War, The, 53 
 
 Way Out, The, 10 
 
 Wayfaring Woman, A, 21 
 
 Wayward Anne, 65, 98 
 
 Weaver of Runes, A, 10 
 
 Weird Wedlock, 25 
 
 Westward Ho ! 38, 94 
 
 What Snows Conceals, 52 
 
 What Woman Wills, 14 
 
 What's What, 80 
 
 When -it was Light, 4 
 
 When Love is Kind, 35 
 
 When the Mopoke Calls, 60 
 
 When the Saints are Gone, 81 
 
 Whips of Time, The, 38 
 
 Whirlwind's Year, 27, 96 
 
 White Arab, The, 29, 96 
 
 White Countess, The, 61 
 
 White Hand and the Black, The, 45, 97 
 
 White Lady, The, 16, 95 
 
 White Lie, A, 6 
 
 White Vampire, The, 37 
 
 Who Shall Have Her ? 13 
 
 Who was Lady Thurne? 61, 95 
 
 Why She Lelt Him, 61 
 
 Wicked Rosamond, 53 
 
 Widow of Gloane, The, 18 
 
 Widow's Wooing, A, 8 
 
 Wife from the Forbidden Land, A, 16 
 
 Wife Imperative, A, 48 
 
 Wiles of a Wife, The, 13 
 
 Wilful Woman, A, 10 
 
 Wilhelmina in London, 47 
 
 Willoughby Affair, The, 4 
 
 Wine, the Mocker, 57 
 
 Wingate's Wife, 59, 98 
 
 Wisdom of the Fool, The, 15 
 
 Wise in His Generation, 17 
 
 With Bought Swords, 23 
 
 Wizard of the Turf, The, 29, 96 
 
 Woman at Bay, A, 6 
 
 Woman Between, The, 9 
 
 Woman-Derelict, A, 16 
 
 Woman : Her Health and Beauty, 80 
 
 Woman in Armour, A, 46 
 
 Woman in the City, A, 6 
 
 Woman in the Firelight, The, 53 
 
 Woman in White, The, 15, 94 
 
 Woman of Business, A, 32, 100 
 
 Woman Perfected, A, 42 
 
 "Woman Ruth, The, 66, 98 
 
 Woman the Sphinx, 36, 99 
 
 Woman with the Yellow Eyes, The, 17 
 
 Woman's Aye and Nay, A, 14 
 
 Woman's Checkmate, A, 46 
 
 Woman's No, A, n, 94, 99 
 
 Women must Weep, 59 
 
 Wonder Mist, The, 10 
 
 Won on the Post, 30, 96 
 
 Wooing of Monica, The, 44, 99 
 
 World and Delia, The, 65, 98 
 
 World Masters, The, 31, 95, 99 
 
 World, the Flesh, and the Casino, The, 
 
 62 
 
 Wounded Pride, 35 
 Yankee Napoleon, A, 41 
 Year Without a Chaperon, A, 13 
 Yetta the Magnificent, 41 
 Yolande the Parisienne, 14 
 Yorkshireman Abroad, A, 82 
 Young Eve and Old Adam, 23 
 Youth at the Prow, 20 
 Zarya, 54 
 Zealandia's Guerdon, 60 
 
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