Strange to say, it was Bricky Smiles who took the horse to Randwick. Jack 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 hesitation. 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 skittish, 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 nettled 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 plunged, and almost dragged the reins out of his hand. He tried to pacify 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.