There was a tumble-down old barn, with a strong door to it, and a padlock; it seemed the only building that there was any care taken about.

A man opened the door of the hut and looked out.
'Look sharp,' says Jim.

'Is the horse all right and fit ?' 'Fit enough to go for the Hawkesbury Guineas.

I was up and fed him three hours ago.

He's----' 'Bring him out, and be hanged to you,' says Jim; 'we've no time for chat.' The man went straight to the barn, and after a minute or two brought out a horse--the same I'd ridden from Gippsland, saddled and bridled, and ready to jump out of his skin.