aid Mr. Newby. "There goes one
now. The red-jacket 's down."

"I 'm out," said Mr. Galloper. "He 's up all right."

"He 'll get over," said the girl. "Oh, I can't look! Tell me when he 's
safe." She buried her face in her hands.

"There he goes. Oh!"

"Oh, is he down!" she panted.

"Jove! No--he 's over clear and clean, running like a streak," said the
gentleman, with warm admiration. "He 's safe now. Only two more hurdles.
It 's all clear. That boy is riding him, too."

The girl sprang to her feet.

"Give me your glasses. It is--it is! He 's safe!" she cried. She turned
to Newby who stood next to her. "Ask quarter and I 'll let you off."

"He 'll never be able to stand the track. It 's fetlock-deep."

But at that moment the horses turned into the track, and the real race
began. Newby's prophecy went to the winds. As was seen, the leaders were
riding against each other. They had dropped out of account all the other
horses. They had not even seen the brown. The first thing they knew was
the shout from the crowd ahead of them, blown down to them hoarsely as
the big brown horse wheeled into the stretch behind them. He was ahead
of the other horses and was making hotly after the four horses in the
lead. He was running now with neck outstretched; but he was running, and
he was surely closing up the gap. The blood of generations of four-mile
winners was flaming in his veins. It was even possible that he might get
a place. The crowd began to be excited. They packed against the fences,
straining their necks.

How he was running! One by one he picked them up.

"He 's past the fourth horse, and is up with the third!"

The crowd began to shout, to yell, to scream. The countryman, not
content with a place, was bent on winning the race. He was gaining, too.

The two leaders, being well separated, were easing up, Hurricane, the
bay, in front, the black, the favorite, next, with the third well to the
rear. The trainers were down at the fence, screaming and waving their
arms.

They saw the danger that the riders had forgot.

"Come on! Come on!" they shouted.

Old Robin was away down the track, waving like mad. Suddenly the rider
of the second horse saw his error. The rush of a horse closing up on him
caught his ear. He looked around to see a big brown horse with a white
blaze in the forehead, that he had not seen since the start, right at
his quarter, about to slip between him and the fence. He had just time
to draw