Lucky Boy went into Joel Kenley's stables at Randwick, and no one raised any objection.  
Strange to say, it was Bricky Smiles who took the horse to Randwick. Jack¹ Redland found him hanging about the yards in Pitt Street, where the horse was boxed, and in the course of conversation mentioned that Lucky Boy was going into Kenley's stable.
 
"Is he sending for him?" asked Bricky with an eye to a job.
 
"No; we are to deliver him there," replied Jack.
 
"Will you let me take him? I will be very careful," said Bricky, "and I know how to handle horses better than the lads about here."
 
"Certainly," replied Jack, without any hesitation². He had taken a fancy to Bricky, and was glad to do him a turn, no matter how small. "You must be on your guard, for he's a bit skittish³, and a trifle fresh and above himself just now."
 
"Leave it to me; I'll see he comes to no harm."
 
"We ought to have someone to look after him at Kenley's. I never thought of it at the time, and it will be hardly fair to ask him to lend us one of his lads. How would you like to do it? I don't suppose Mr. Kenley would have any objection."
 
Bricky's eyes sparkled. Here was a chance he had not expected, and he jumped at it. He thought he could induce Joel Kenley to let him remain if it was the desire of Lucky Boy's owner he should do so.
 
"I shall be very glad of the job," said Bricky. "It is a long time since I had such an offer, but I am used to the work, and will do my best for you."
 
"I am sure you will," replied Jack, "and I will write a letter to Kenley and name the matter to him."
 
This he did, and handed it to Bricky when he took charge of Lucky Boy.
 
The old jockey led the horse very carefully, and admired him when he saw how well he walked. As they passed through Randwick numerous stable boys looked at him, and recognising a strange horse, called out to Bricky and asked his name.
 
Bricky was not a favourite with the younger generation, and they were apt to tease him and make fun at his expense, forgetting that he knew a good deal more than they were ever likely to learn. He answered them sharply, telling them to mind their own business and find out.
 
This nettled⁴ them, and one lad more venturesome than the others shouted—
 
"So you've found somebody to trust you at last, Brick; I hope they'll not be sorry for it."
 
"Shut up, you young scoundrel," shouted Bricky. "If I could leave the horse I'd give you a hiding."
 
There was a general laugh of derision at this, which did not improve Bricky's temper, and another boy called out—
 
"I'll hold the horse while you give it him."
 
Bricky was moving on, out of the way of his tormentors, when someone threw a stone and frightened Lucky Boy. The horse plunged⁵, and almost dragged the reins⁶ out of his hand. He tried to pacify⁷ him, but had some difficulty in doing so. It so happened that Joel Kenley was riding along at the time, and seeing what occurred he dismounted, handed his horse to a bystander, and before the lad who had thrown the stone was aware of it, he was in the trainer's grip.
 
The boy wriggled⁸ and endeavoured to get away, but it was not until he had received a sound thrashing that he was allowed to go. The trainer coolly remounted and rode after Bricky, leaving the small group of boys cowed and sullen⁹, and vowing¹⁰ vengeance¹¹ upon both of them.
 
"Whose horse is that?" he asked as he came up with him.
 
"Mr. Tuxford's, and I am taking him to your stables."
 
"That's curious; it was lucky I came up when I did, or he might have got away from you. So that's Lucky Boy, is it? He does not look a bad sort; a better quality than I expected."
 
The trainer watched the horse carefully as they went down the hill, and the more he saw of his movements the better he liked him.
 
When they arrived at the stables Bricky handed Jack's note to the trainer, and scrutinised his face as he read it.
 
"He wants you to stay and look after the horse," said Joel. "We have no room, but I daresay you can sleep out."
 
"I'll manage that if you'll allow me to attend to him," said Bricky eagerly.
 
"It is some time since you undertook work of this kind?"
 
"But you know I can look after a horse as well if not better than some of the younger ones."
 
"Yes, I think you can, and I would far sooner have you in my stable than a stranger. Bring him round to this box."
 
Lucky Boy was installed in comfortable quarters, and the head lad was informed that Bricky Smiles would look after him.
 
"And see that the lads do not chaff¹² him," said the trainer. "If they do, report to me, and I will soon settle with them."
 
"Very good, sir," replied the head lad, who respected his master, and kept a firm hold over the boys.
 
Bricky at once set to work and strapped¹³ Lucky Boy well, and when he had finished his task, stood looking at him with much satisfaction.
 
Fred Manns, the head lad, smiled as he saw him, and said—
 
"You have not forgotten how to work, Bricky, and I daresay you have not forgotten how to ride. I know when I was a youngster you were considered the equal of any of our jockeys. You've had bad luck, old fellow; this may bring about a change if the horse turns out a good one. Where does he come from, and who owns him?"
 
It was evident Joel Kenley was not communicative, or there would have been no occasion to put these questions. As it was Fred Manns who asked them, Bricky was quite willing to supply the information, which he did.
 
"Comes from Western Australia!" said Fred in surprise. "That's a deuce of a way to bring a horse. I should have thought it would have paid better to race him there, much easier to win than it will be here."
 
"I do not think it is a matter of money with either Barry Tuxford or Mr. Redland. They brought the horse over because they are true sportsmen and want to see what he can do against some of our lot. I hope they will be rewarded for their pluck with a good win."
 
"So do I," replied Fred. "They are the sort of men we want about us; there's too much of the money-making abo............