When Jack¹ Redland and Barry Tuxford arrived in Sydney, it was arranged that the former should go to Randwick and ascertain² if Joel Kenley would take charge of Lucky Boy.  
"He will probably have received a letter from his brother about you," said Barry, "and that will serve as an introduction."
 
Nothing loath³, Jack went by train and found his way to Joel Kenley's house.
 
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; &qu............