For it was a long and an angry one, and it brought out both of them, exposing, of course, the more complex creature the most.

They were near a rupture, so scathing was Gower's tone of irate professor to shirky scholar--or it might be put, German professor to English scuffleshoe.
She is for the scene of 'Chillon John's' attempt to restore the respiration of his bank-book by wager; to wit, that he would walk a mile, run a mile, ride a mile, and jump ten hurdles, then score five rifle-shots at a three hundred yards' distant target within a count of minutes; twenty-five, she says; and vows it to have been one of the most exciting of scenes ever witnessed on green turf in the land of wagers; and that he was accomplishing it quite certainly when, at the first of the hurdles, a treacherous unfolding and waving of a white flag caused his horse to swerve and the loss of one minute, seven and twenty seconds, before he cleared the hurdles; after which, he had to fire his shots hurriedly, and the last counted blank, for being outside the circle of the stated time.
So he was beaten.

But a terrific uproar over the field proclaimed the popular dissatisfaction.

Presently there was a cleavage of the mob, and behold a chase at the heels of the fellow to rival the very captain himself for fleetness.

He escaped, leaving his pole with the sheet nailed to it, by way of flag, in proof of foul play; or a proof, as the other side declared, of an innocently premature signalizing of the captain's victory.
However that might be, he ran.