"Here they come!" Billy shouted, dropping his glass, and flinging up his head. Up course the rainbow line had at last held steady, then, as the tape flew up, bellied out like a sail in gusty wind, and been rent into flecks and tatters. The lightweights, of course, were in the foremost of the flecks and tatters-all, that is, save the Heathflower thing, who came absolutely last.

Tim's orange jacket and scarlet sash were dust-dimmed by the time he came to the stand. But right in front of him were Aldegonde's tiger stripes, black and yellow, and the blue and white in the saddle of Aramis. "Last all the way-eh, Miss Allys?" Adair said, leaning across Billy, who would have given back but that Allys clung to him in silence, her eyes glued to the glass, flushing and paling, her breath coming quicker even thus early in the race.