[9] A contemporary critic called the book a "wild and woolly farrago of delinquencies and stupidities.
There seems to be no possibility of rational connection between the events: there is certainly no emotional sentiment, no principle, no characterisation, no redeeming feature whatever in the crude production.
A grey — Fitz Merv, I think— won the handicap which was to represent the race for the Sydney Cup, after making a brilliant run in the straight from the rear of the field.
This was a tiny stroke of luck for the producer who thereupon secured a grey horse to be used right through the picture, and when he was seen winning the Cup in the final scene the fans went crazy with delight.
[12] A contemporary review said "the story abounds is dramatic situations, which culminate in a motor-boat chase down Sydney Harbour, the death of the villain, and a promise of future happiness for the lovers and their bright little son.