"He will probably have received a letter from his brother about you," said Barry, "and that will serve as an introduction."
The trainer's stables were at lower Randwick, where he had a comfortable house and about a score horse boxes. Jack was favourably4 impressed with his first glimpse of the "Newmarket" of New South Wales. He saw the racecourse as the train went past and wound at a steady pace up the hill. He had no difficulty in finding Joel Kenley's, for the first man he asked said, in reply to his question,—
"Know where Joel lives, I should say so, there's not many people hereabouts do not know him."
"A celebrated5 trainer, is he?" asked Jack.
"You may well say that. He's won nearly all our big races at one time and another, and he's about as clever as any man can be with horses."
Jack thought his informant looked like an old jockey, and was about to ask him if his surmise6 was correct, when the man saved him the trouble by saying with a smile,—
"I see you have sized me up. I was a well known rider fifteen years ago, but I got too old fashioned, it's the young 'uns get all the luck in these days."
"I was going to ask you if you were a jockey," said Jack. "It does seem rather hard lines that a man who has given the best part of his life to his work should be discarded when he is old. I suppose you made sufficient to live on?"
The man shook his head as he replied,—
"There was not much chance, I got a fair amount of riding, but the fees did not amount to much, it is different here to the old country, where a jockey can earn thousands a year."
"I suppose so," said Jack.
"You are a new arrival here?"
"I am, I came out to Fremantle some months back."
"Fremantle? Then perhaps you know Mr. Tuxford—Barry Tuxford?"
Jack laughed as he replied—
"I ought to, he came here with me, we arrived the day before yesterday."
"That's strange now, very strange. He'll know me if you mention my name—Bricky Smiles. I once rode a horse for him here, at Sydney, before he was sent to Western Australia; it won, and I believe he backed it to win a good deal more than he gave for it, at any rate I had a nice present, he was more liberal than some owners I could name."
"I shall certainly tell him I met you," said Jack, "but I must hurry on, I am anxious to see Mr. Kenley."
"I'll walk down the hill with you if you like," said Bricky.
"Do," replied Jack, "I shall be glad of your company."
There was a cool breeze blowing from Coogee Bay which made it pleasant and refreshing7, and Jack contrasted his present surroundings with those of his pearl fishing experiences. He liked the look of the place, and thought, as many have done before him, that Randwick is especially favoured by Nature, and that a more suitable spot it would have been hard to find for training quarters.
His companion watched him keenly, thinking to himself, "He's a good bred one, I'll bet; a bit different to some of 'em we get out from the old country."
Bricky Smiles had met many men in his time, and experience taught him to pick and choose with discernment.
"That is Joel Kenley's house," he said, as they turned the corner at the foot of the hill, and faced the wide clean road with neatly8 trimmed hedges and pretty picturesque9 houses.
Joel Kenley's training stables were almost perfect in their appointment, and since he had taken over command, he had been careful to keep everything in order. Jack had seen many training establishments in the old country, far more extensive than this, but he thought he had never come across one that looked more business-like, or compact.
"I'll not go in with you," said Bricky, smiling. "Joel's a cut above me now, although there was a time when he would have been very glad for me to do him a turn."
"And has he forgotten that time?" asked Jack, in some surprise.
"No, I can't say he has; but as you are a visitor, he'll no doubt prefer to see you alone. I daresay we shall meet again."
"Sure to," replied Jack, "and if I can be of any service to you, I shall be only too pleased. I will not forget to tell Mr. Tuxford I met you."
They parted, and Jack walked up the path to the trainer's house. The front door was open and a couple of fox terriers barked a welcome, as well as a warning, for they quickly decided10 the visitor was a friend and not an enemy.
Jack thought it all looked very home-like, and the barking of the terriers recalled to mind his visits to The Downs, and the joyous11 capers12 of Winifred's dogs as they sprang up at him and then careered wildly round the lawn.
The trainer was sitting in the front room and came to the door before he had time to knock.
Jack recognised him by his resemblance to his brother, and said with a smile—
"You are Mr. Kenley, I think, I have not much hesitation13 in saying."
Joel Kenley held out his hand, and said—
"And if I am not mistaken you are Mr. Redland. I had a long letter from my brother, Caleb, about you some months ago; where have you been all this time? I have been expecting to see you, and wondered what had become of you; however, come inside and make yourself quite at home—that is, if you are Mr. Redland," he added, laughing.
"I am Jack Redland, and it is quite evident we meet as friends."
It was a pleasure to Jack to talk about the old places at home, and Joel asked many questions about his brother. "We have been parted a good many years," he said, "and our letters have been few and far between; a trainer's life does not leave him much leisure for correspondence. I recollect14 Lewes well, and also The Downs. Sir Lester Dyke15 was a fine English gentleman."
"He is one of my best friends," replied Jack, "probably the best, and your brother has been very successful in training his horses. He does not keep many, but what he has are usually of a good class, and pay their way."
"Which is more than can be said for the majority of racehorses," laughed Joel. "Caleb was always a cute fellow, even as a youngster, and got the better of me on many occasions."
"I rode a winner for Sir Lester just before I sailed for Fremantle," said Jack; "Topsy Turvy in the Southdown Welter; it was a lucky race for me in every way."
"My brother mentions it in his letter, in fact told me all about it, and also that you were one of the best amateur riders in England. We must try and get you a mount or two here, I suppose you have no objections?"
"On the contrary, I shall be only too pleased to be in the saddle again. I have been pearl fishing in Western Australia; it was all right for a time, very interesting as an experiment, but I should not care to stick at it long," said Jack.
Joel Kenley laughed as he replied—
"There's a vast difference between pearl fishing and horse riding, I am afraid you will require some practice. Come out into Randwick track in the early morning, and I will give you a mount on something that will take you along at a fair pace."
This suited Jack immensely, and he broached16 the subject of Lucky Boy, and of Barry Tuxford's desire for Joel Kenley to take him into his stable if he had room and no objections.
For a moment the trainer hesitated, then he said—
"I have several patrons, but I do not think any of them will mind my taking the horse. Owners have become ticklish17 of late, and do not care for strangers bringing an odd horse or two into their camp; however, I can make it all right with them, and Mr. Tuxford may send Lucky Boy here as soon as he likes. What sort of a horse is he?"
"I have ridden him in two or three gallops18, and consider him a very fair horse indeed. He's a stayer and has plenty of pace, a good bay, four years old, full of bone and muscle; he's a trifle on the big side now, anyway I think you will like him. He may not be equal to taking the measure of your cracks, although Barry is sanguine19 he will."
Joel Kenley smiled as he said,—
"I have never seen a horse for that part of the Colonies that was capable of holding his own with our lot. If there is anything to work on in Lucky Boy, I'll get it out of him, you may rest assured of that. If I may venture on a word of advice, I think you ought to buy another horse to lead him in his work and act as a sort of second string in case Lucky Boy cannot run at any time."
"A very good idea," replied Jack. "I should like to buy a second string, as you aptly call it, if you will take charge of him—but that would be bringing another stranger into the stable," he added, laughing.
"Never mind that," replied the trainer. "When I have found out the sort of horse Lucky Boy is, I shall be better able to advise you what kind of a second string you require. I can arrange for trials with some of the other horses later on, but, in the first place, it will be better to have a companion for him in his work. I should not advise you to fly at too high game at first, take a feeler and see what we can safely do."
Jack recognised this advice as sound and agreed with it; he thought how Joel Kenley resembled his brother in his ways and mode of going to work—cautious, yet having plenty of pluck at the right time. After a round of the stables, where he saw some of the cracks of the Colony, he left again for Sydney, promising20 to be on the track next morning with Barry Tuxford.
Joel Kenley was very pleased with his visitor, and glad to make his acquaintance.
"There's grit21 in him," he thought. "He looks as though he could ride a determined22 finish, and when I see how he shapes at exercise, I'll take good care he has a mount on one that will do him credit. Barry Tuxford's a rum customer, and I have heard some funny tales about him; but he must be a straight goer, or young Redland would not take him on."
"Well, what luck?" asked Barry as Jack entered their room in the hotel.
"Good luck; could not be better. Joel Kenley is one of the right sort, he says he will take Lucky Boy into his stable and you can send him along as soon as you like."
"That's good," said Barry, well satisfied, "we shall know the horse is in safe hands."
Jack then explained what the trainer had suggested about a second string to lead Lucky Boy in his work, and also to run in races if necessary.
"A second string!" exclaimed Barry. "It sounds a bit like pearls, a string of 'em. I wonder if you will get hold of the black pearl for that charming young lady you think so much about. I have had a good many strings23 of pearls through my hands."
"I hope I shall get it," said Jack. "I have set my heart on having that black pearl, it will bring us luck, I feel sure."
"If anyone can recover it, it will be Silas. He's an old thief, but he'll be straight with me, and he knows how to handle such men as Amos Hooker; he will deal with him in a way of his own that will probably surprise us."
It would have surprised them had they known what had taken place at Shark's Bay, and the fate of Amos Hooker, also that the black pearl was safe in the hands of Silas Filey.
Almost at the moment they were conversing24 about it, Silas Filey had the black pearl in his hands, and his eyes were fixed25 upon it with a greedy fascination26 that was unmistakable. The pearl had been delivered into his keeping and it was not for sale. He had promised to get it for Jack Redland and Barry Tuxford, and had done so.
The spirit of the pearl buyer, the dealer27, the judge of such precious treasures, was roused on him as he looked at it. He knew it to be a pearl of almost fabulous28 value, he had never seen one so perfectly29 flawless, and he desired to possess it with an intensity30 of feeling known only to the men who deal in such things.
He would not let it go without a struggle; he would offer a big sum for it, not as much as it was worth, but sufficient to tempt31 a man in Jack Redland's position. Barry Tuxford would probably ask him to place a value upon it for Jack Redland to pay; if so, it should be reasonable, allowing for him a substantial margin32 so that he could give a considerable advance upon it in case Jack was induced to sell it.
Silas Filey misjudged his man, he little knew Jack Redland's determined character, or his sterling33 honesty, which would forbid him, in any case, to profit at the expense of others.
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