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Updated: June 7, 2025
"I reckon everything's all right, Gabe," said Old Man Curry, who was counting money in his tackle-room. "It was sort o' risky. When a man can't tell his own hoss when he sees him, anything is liable to happen to him on a bush track. I've just cut this bank roll in two, Gabe, and here's your bit. Shanghai's a good bettin' commissioner, eh?"
Miles stooped to extinguish a burning match end which the Kid had thrown on the floor, and in that instant the Bald-faced Kid caught Old Man Curry's eye and shook his head ever so slightly. "He ain't for sale," said the owner of Eliphaz. "Not for cash and your own figure?" persisted Miles. Again a wordless message flashed across the tackle-room.
Chastened in spirit, utterly humble and cast down, he called upon Old Man Curry. He found him seated in his tackle-room, reading the Old Testament by the light of a lantern. "Come in, Frank.... Got the Lunacy Board with you?" "Don't rub it in. And if you can spare the time, I wish you'd tell me what you've been up to with Jeremiah." "Oh, Jeremiah.
He respected and feared everything bearing the Curry tag, the latter feeling amounting almost to superstition. These two unworthies discussed the resurrection of Fairfax, the place of the confab being O'Connor's tackle-room and the time being the night following the fourth straight victory of the Curry colours as borne by Eliphaz.
Mulligan left him lying on the floor of the tackle-room, and though he was in somewhat of a hurry to be gone he found time to say a few words to old Gabe, who was sunning himself at the end of the barn. "And I don't know what you can do about it," concluded the jockey, "but anyway I've put you wise. If they ask you, just say that you don't know which way I went."
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