Gamble turned to the track and distinguished his long shot off in the lead.

He smiled grimly at that irony, for he had seen long-shot horses raise false hopes before.

Mildly interested, he watched Angora reach the quarter pole, still in the lead.

Rather incredulously, he saw her still in the lead at the half.

He was eager about it when she rounded the three-quarters with nothing but daylight before her; and as she came down the stretch, with Nautchautauk reaching out for her flanks, he stuck the ash-end of his cigar in his mouth and did not see the finish.